Suppers On
Killian
04-15-2020, 08:52 PM
Odette Mooncrest Setting traps was once on her mind as well, but she never would have thought to mix a herbal remedy to solve her pest situation. It made sense, seeing as certain herbs held various potent abilities; some of the scented nature, and some of the toxin kind. "That would be fun! Take the fight to them, finally." She would chuckle, eyeing the edge of her land with a touch of an evil glint in her eye. Though Odette lacked such detailed knowledge of herbs, she was sure one of the more experienced healers in the pack would have a clue as to which herbs got along well together. Before she could even guess which wolf to turn to, Killian mentioned he had a sibling with the knowledge she would seek. Odette was surprised, she had no idea Killian had family around, though when she thought back on the infamous Klein empire... perhaps that was not such a surprise after all. Intrigued, Odette tilted her head towards the male. "I didn't know you had a brother. Is he here in the Armada? Do you think he would help?" The fawn woman quickly bit her cheek before she unleashed any more questions on the poor man, though she had plenty left. The warrior was here as her guest, not to be treated like some captive being tortured and questioned. With the chicken settled nicely over the fire, Odette relaxed back onto her haunches just as Killian began to describe the meaning of being a warrior. Cerulean blue eyes stared intently on the male, with the flames of the fire dancing in their reflection. Much to her dismay, it seemed the life of a warrior was as dark and troubled as she would fear it to be. A vessel of war... It was a phrase that held such violent intent and yet the male before her seemed nothing but kind and friendly. So how could he go from the Killian he was now, to this Vessel of War for the Armada? Was there a switch? A bottom he pressed in his mind space to morph his morals into that of a raging beast? No. Odette would remind herself not to think so harshly on it. It was his job, his duty, and he seemed proud to do it. The creamy woman could respect that much. "Ah, well you certainly look the part. I just hope if your day comes to protect us, someone will be out there to protect you too." He was apart of this pack too, was he not? If warriors were sworn to protect their pack mates, Killian would be included, right? When mention of Sirius's brood came into play, the handmaiden could not help but smile as the fond memories of their youngest days came rushing back. The tiny, helpless, wiggling forms squirming closer and closer to their mother's side. Now the pups were blood thirsty killers, out to hunt down and murder the biggest or smallest threat. Odette laughed as she recalled the princess's story involving her coop and a nasty predator. "That's very honorable of you, but have you met the little rascals? They're so drawn to battle, you should be worrying about the coons safety." The woman would giggle some more as she tended to the bird, noting how the outside had turn a light golden, but was needing more time to cook through. Suddenly, she was asked about her job as well, and the slave had to think about it for a moment before she could formulate and answer. She would stare into the coals of the fire, thinking back on her journey since arriving to the Armada... on accident... that one day. It had been a long journey indeed. "I was given the position when I was taken... as a slave.. back when the packs were in the dunes. The queen found me after Sirius had captured me, and demanded I was hers. Since then, I have done a wide range of duties; from tending to the queen, her brood, the pack, and my most recent accomplishment, the chickens." It was not a very exciting life in comparision to the warrior's, nothing honorable or magnificent about her chores. But Odette loved her story so far, as it gave her the chance to rise rather than any other. "I won't always be a handmaiden, though. I am hopeful to one day prove my place in the pack because.. no matter what the circumstances of my coming here, I have grown to love my home, and I have grown to love the wolves I share it with. I would do anything within my power for them." Who was this woman speaking just now? Odette did not even recognize her own words after they spilled out so honestly. Clearing her throat nervously, Odette quickly inspected the bird before clicking her tongue happily. "Finished! Just be careful, it'll be hot." She warned as she set the cooked bird on a flat stone beside the fire. |
Art by Fox
Odette has a Sand Cat companion named Cordonia, and a Welsummer Rooster named Dash. Unless mentioned, it is safe to assume they are not with her.
