I am the Reaper and death is my shadow
Armada Meeting, MANDATORY
04-22-2020, 06:12 PM
Odette Mooncrest It seemed in only a few breaths half the pack had arrived, Odette scanning each one to see if she recognized their faces. Most of them she knew, veterans in the pack, but there were quite a few new arrivals she would have to introduce to herself later. Among those to arrive was the large brute Killian, her friendly warrior companion. Cerulean eyes lit up with joy as he lumbered his way over to Odette, making the woman smile. He mentioned stopping by the chicken coop on his way to the meeting, and Odette felt slightly saddened she didn't wait around for him. "I appreciate it. Though only time will tell just how long that peace lasts for." She would whisper, leaning into the male as she spoke so she would not bother the others gathering. The brief warmth from his frame was a foreign pleasure, one Odette would have indulged in for a moment longer if she was not aware of others around them. The fawn woman would sit straight again, heat rushing to her cheeks once she realized she might have lingered too long. What in the world is wrong with me? Once all or most of the pack was gathered, the meeting began and Odette would sit quietly and listen as the Warlord made his decrees. Ah, warriors. While Odette was opening up to the idea of warriors, she was confused on why the whole pack was assembled if it was just going to be alerting warriors of new positions. As if hearing her confusion, the Warlord moved on to speak on the true purpose for this meeting; Ashen is going to raid the Armada. Worry flushed through the woman's chest as images of violence flashed through her mind. Eyes flickered to the male beside her, unsure how she would handle seeing Killian in action, and how she could coup if he was injured. When her eyes turned back to the royals, Odette let her eyes fall on the Queen. Would Odette fight in the mock raid? Would she be on the sidelines waiting for the aftermath to be over? Suddenly Killian spoke up beside her, causing the smaller fae to nearly jump out of her skin. Worried eyes flashed towards him, but once she could see the calm and determination in his features, she suddenly realized that perhaps her worries were misplaced. Killian could handle himself, right? Once the attention had shifted to others speaking up, Odette would lean in close once more, trying her best to sound hopeful. "Good luck. I pity the wolf who has to face you." She would flash a playful grin before righting herself once more. She had to have faith in him, in all the warriors. The Armada was a group of incredibly strong wolves, and with the added warning in advanced, surely they would have the extra training to give them an upper hand in the battles to come? Her mind was all but lost down the rabbit hole until Io spoke up, her voice breaking through the ocean of worry and panic. Battle medic? Odette had never heard of such a title, but her interest was peaked at the idea of being on the sidelines... but being useful. While she had her handmaiden duties, and the chickens to tend to, Odette was sure she could manage to squeeze in time to visit the cottage. Healing was always an interest for the woman, but she had not quite taken up the art. To learn from a wolf as extraordinary as Io, would be a great honor. Odette would sit quietly until the meeting was over, keeping an eye on the expert healer, hoping to catch her before she left the meeting to discuss training further. |
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.
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