Buy The Stars
08-26-2013, 07:07 AM
Chrysanthe's call rang out loudly over the land, arresting her attention briefly from her task at hand. Crap! She was late ... again. Just as she had been to the last meeting. Though loyalty was engrained deep in her heart, Arella never felt particularly drawn to serving her pack as much as perhaps her sister, Surreal, did. She was somewhat disinterested in the politics of it all. This was why she didn't bother to rush to the meeting, figuring it to be something somewhat tedious and perhaps boring. Happily she continued her quest for food, sniffing about the flat plains of Valhalla intently. As fall drew closer, prey became slightly more scarce, and while she did not necessarily go hungry, she found herself longing for a snack.
However, her search went to no avail, and she finally decided she ought to make her presence known at the meeting. With a quick shake of her jet black pelt, she padded quickly towards the gathering, unbeknownst to the importance and size of the meeting.
However, as the wolves entered her vision, she realized somewhat shamefully that it was not an ordinary meeting. She ought to have arrived much earlier... she heard the somewhat frantic chatter of voices as she drew close, though she had no idea what all the ruckus was about. It certainly didn't seem very positive, that was for sure... blue eyes danced about the crowd, searching for her mother and sisters. Slinking slightly, not particularly thrilled about the possibility of being noticed by any of the other wolves, she slid next to Surreal with a soft huff.
"Didn't mean to be so late," she huffed somewhat absently, frowning a little as she struggled to catch up to what was going on... but she found it impossible. "What the heck's going on?" Arella whispered softly as she leaned toward Surreal's ear, curiosity evident in her lyrics.