Break It & Burn
08-22-2013, 04:39 PM
Lightly the banshee would step, limbs swinging like loose hinges; so ready to dart either way should any trouble arise. Not that the woman suspected it would, no; she was wary, cautious within Valhalla, but not for fear, and not for any nauseating hunches. She had left the sun-bleached lands for more reasons than granted her reluctant return; Syrinx wanted their children to be exposed to their family ties, and to their safety. But why? At least half of the tiny three month olds that frolicked so clumsily at her paws were far too busy with their youth, their lack of knowledge and lack of care, to pay attentions or be influenced by such meagre and pointless things. For the better too; Eos refused to raise her daughters as plastic?s, little pathetics who bowed before a leader and gave somebody their respect purely due to a relation in family name.
She would never understand Syrinx?s desires to return, and as the russet woman approached, it only became more and more obvious exactly how potent the discomfort that rolled her veins truly was. As her mate would pause by the borders, presenting his ways to his offspring, Eos would jitter, excessively guarded and find refuge a good distance from where Syrinx stood. She had told him she would try, but the looming lands ahead of them, so potent with the disgusting stench of other wolves, would slowly begin to drive her towards the edge of tailing. She had left leadership because she despised being flocked by excessive numbers, and now she was here? Pitiable. Her tail would stand level with her spine, ears flat against the curves of feminine scalp, no suggestion of submission evident as she would allow Syrinx the pleasures of addressing their siblings and watching their children; neither much interested her.
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