the curtains are twitchin'

Kali was bored, undeniably, horribly bored, in fact. So bored she thought she was going to die. Sure, she had her siblings, but they were children. Well...she was a child too, but she refused to think in such a way. No, she wanted to be like her mother, all regal and well-respected by everyone in the pack. Her bi-colored gaze had taken in the way the other members had bowed in Recluse’s presence with awe, a certain pride filling her chest with the knowledge that the same blood flowed through her veins. One day, she’d be looked at the same way, she’d make sure it was so. To hold the same power that the albino woman did...the thought sent shivers down her spine.

A chance to start that exact journey came in the form of a call at the border, her auds perking excitedly before she took off at a run with a wide grin on her lips. It took her a while to get there, her puppy legs still short and not as graceful as they would later become, but she made quick work of the ground. As she approached, she saw a pale woman splattered in reds, oranges and blacks, like berries had been dropped on her and she hadn’t bothered to wash them off. It was intriguing, to be sure, and she almost let her mouth fall open. Instead, she clenched it, remembering the way her mother had held herself in these moments. Her little tail rose to curl over her back, chin lifting to try and fit the regal image in her leg. Her stiff legged walk was more comical that she intended it to be. “What do you want?” she asked. Yeah, that was it.