don't forget me

Aslatiel · 07-21-2021, 03:30 PM

"Aslatiel"

The very first one to arrive was a black and purple woman. She had the fucking audacity to touch Indigo in front of her. Aslatiel wasn't some jaded little chit. She knew that Indigo was fucking someone here. She didn't know that he was fucking all of them, but she would bet everything that this sulking bitch was getting a healthy dose of her brother regularly. Aslatiel's body went rigid and her creamy pelt bristled, but she kept herself from biting the woman's face for Indigo's sake. Even he would have to see how rude it was to flaunt whatever relationship they had in front of her. Asla would never dream of looking at Naiche or Mojito in Indigo's presence. In her world, Indigo was the most important thing and no one else deserved her attention when they were together. This situation... was going to be a mess.

Next came a sheep and a blind girl. The sheep stared hard at Asla and Asla stared hard right back. There was nothing to be concerned about there. Blind wolves were useless.

Third was a man. The thought quickly popped into her head that Indigo might be fucking him too, but she pushed it away. No... Indigo would never stoop so low. Right? The brute was bubbly and good natured, but Aslatiel didn't return his smile or his greeting. She couldn't. Not with such disgusting thoughts in her mind.

Fourth, a woman. A rather large woman. This one seemed better than the others. Well put together, in a sense. Aslatiel could see the build of a warrior beneath the dusty purple coat and noted the guarded look. That was what she had been expecting. Not sulking or bubbliness or blindness. Asla had been expecting distrust and wariness. Rightly so. They didn't know her other than what Indigo may have told them.

Indigo spoke again and soon Aslatiel had names to put to the faces, though the purple brute had given his own. The purple woman, Duchess, curled in on herself like a coward. Galactic orbs stared daggers at the fae's bowed head and Asla didn't try to hide it. If they knew Indigo, then they should very well have known what she meant to him. Unless he was keeping their relationship a secret, which she didn't think he'd do. Ah, but that thought made her suspicious of her brother. Not one to beat around the bush, Aslatiel ignored the group of wolves and raised her gaze to Indigo instead. "Do they know about us?" she asked, unable and unwilling to hide her irritation at the whole ordeal. When he nodded, she nodded in turn. "Then they should know not to touch you while I'm here."

This had been a bad idea. Someone was going to get hurt or lose a limb. Maybe even a face. With all of the deep, endless sadness that she had been going through, the unbridled rage that bubbled just below the surface was delicious and welcome. It wouldn't take much to bring violence spewing from her. Who it was directed at was yet to be seen, but she had a feeling that sinking her teeth into the cowering purple bitch would taste the most divine.

With a pull of her head, Asla motioned for Indigo to follow her. She led him off, away from the band and into the thicker trees around the falls. She'd met his group like he'd wanted. Now she wanted nothing to do with them. This was supposed to be a break from the Armada. From sadness. Aslatiel tasted fury which was familiar, but she had never before tasted resentment. Not towards Indigo, of all wolves. It was foreign and very, very unwelcome.

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