War Pigs

Strangers had become something to detest it would seem for one sister. Those that bore no scent of loyalty to Amenti were to be chased off or killed, at least, so her sister seemed to feel. The hatred for those that did not belong was building at an alarming rate. Disdain dripped from her lips as she spoke to those who desire a home in the threshold of Amenti. She would admit herself that she held a certain idea of how those that ruled beneath them were meant to carry themselves. Their loyalty was to be unquestionable and should war spark out like it had with Valhalla and Glaciem then their wolves would need to be ready to defend what belonged to them. Incompetence was not a trait she would tolerate in anyone, including her siblings.

The sound of violence wasn?t something that surprised her. She allowed an exasperated sigh to escape her lips. Father had so much ?hope? for their dear Vyvienne and here she was making a fool of herself again. Her tail flicked behind her as she made her way towards Meinx. Her gaze watching the fight carefully, analyzing each sibling?s moves as they struggled for dominance. If her sister should fail in putting Vyvienne in her place then she would take it upon herself to try again. This wasn?t what Amenti needed and if Vyvienne wanted to be Heir someday she would need to be able to accept new wolves into the pack. Not run them out before they had a chance to prove their worth.

Her ears flicked at the words of Menix. Battle was apart of pack culture. In order to put others in their place it was required to show a little force. If they tolerated any sort of weakness then others would assume they could become compliant. Her gaze watched the new comer with her sister and her hair rose on end. Her eyes narrowed into slits as she stalked towards them. Her ears pulled upright and her head held high. Perhaps Vyvienne hadn?t been so wrong to desire the male to leave. Her teeth pulled back in a wicked smile, as she looked the male over.

?You desire to see our father. We are his children, the monsters in the darkness, and you question why my sisters quarrel? We do things here for a reason. Questioning those reasons can lead you to finding your way hurt or exiled. Now, if you desire to see our father, desire to seek acceptance, you shouldn?t be so quick to judge our methods.? She said firmly, her anger was firm in her gaze. Her tail snapped behind her as she pushed against her sister?s coat in a show of possession. This male was nothing. He didn?t belong to Amenti yet, and so he had no one to protect him. She wondered how her father would view this little scene. Would he be proud that they had allowed the two sisters to fight it out? That she had chided the new wolf for his obvious dismissal of their fathers reputation. He hadn?t achieved such rumors over just hear say.