With certain ambitions implanted within the confines of her ever-churning mind, the adolescent hellion had made it a duty to brand her given moniker with notoriety, obtainable only through the means of pledging her allegiance to an unknown sovereign and ascending the chain of command with stubborn determination, ceasing at no obstacle that may barricade her path to fame and glory. Time would stop for no one and as the babe neared the end of her first year of existence, the realization had been breached and lifetime goals had been secured in her mind, passing days urging the militant to begin her journey to victory and self-satisfaction. The news of a recent swap of authority in a foreign establishment had reached welcomed ears and the phantom child had placed meeting the rising sovereign as one of her top priorities, aware to the fact that integration into a new pack would be swift and that the queen would be more willing to permit it as she desperately attempted to rally a competent army that would bend beneath her command. Despite her age, the viper would play the role of a loyal lackey so long as this new queen?s capabilities were prominent, and if not, the babe would be left with no other option than to wait for one who could earn her loyalty. Waiting, however, would be a final resort, and the babe could only hope that the newfound imperial would live up to her high expectations and not disappoint.
Mother had pinpointed Amenti?s domain once before to the child, and the gargantuan foliage that enclosed the territory served as a key factor in locating where she could only assume the pack lurked for the distinguishable vegetation only flourished in that singular area. She maneuvered swiftly and with the immaculate poise she had adopted from her mentor, failing to inform the woman and her siblings of her impending endeavor in hopes that she could gift them with whatever information she was provided with upon her conference with the queen upon her return. As she approached the borderline of the territory, intoxicating scents conflicted with one another to indicate the recent shift in leadership, alerting the babe to the fact that she had succeeded on her mission in locating the pack?s empire, causing satisfaction to fluctuate within her as she halted meters away from the frontier. Heterochromatic eyes trailed up the faces of the giant redwoods as she scrutinized her surroundings, impressed with the overall landscape that enunciated power and divinity, beautiful and intimidating all the same. After she had received her fill of the view, the babe tilted back her skull some, velveteen lips pursing to form a small ?O? that served as the exit for a howl of beckoning to the new queen, maintaining a vague tone to it that suggested she was neither friend nor foe.
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