ardent

to lose all we found

Lyra



Lyra

Loner

age
7 Years
gender
Female
gems
119
size
Dire wolf
build
Light
posts
94
player
keanai

The Ooze Participant
11-30-2021, 07:53 AM (This post was last modified: 11-30-2021, 12:53 PM by Lyra. Edited 1 time in total.)
A bittersweet feeling sprung up in Lyra's chest, an ache so fierce and fast that it almost staggered her. The gleam in Cascade's eyes - her grandmother, the forbearer of her name, a woman she had grown up always admiring and wish she could meet... was here, and moreso, was happy to see her. For a grown woman, Lyra felt remarkedly like a puppy at the current moment and it hurt. She only had the vaguest memories of a mother; a colorful woman who saw her and her siblings as annoyances and wanted nothing to do with her. She obligatorily fed them, and then showed up to Chaos and went 'here, take them'. Now, she couldn't complain about that. Chaos - her father - was amazing. She loved him, and he was everything to her. Family, her father, a troublemaker who passed on those genetics to her. But she'd never experienced that motherly delight that Cas was showing now, and she didn't even realize that a part of her had ached so longingly for it.

Realizing that she had kinda just been staring dreamily and lovingly at her grandmother, she returned the crooked grin with one of her own, eyes sparkling. "Not in Boreas - yet. Unless Valentine counts. In which case, yes, yes he does," she chuckled. She annoyed the hell out of him. It was fun. Grouchy old man. "I left Boreas and Auster as a young wolf. Got bit by that exploration bug. Decided to travel and have fun, cause mischief. It's quite fun sneaking up to other pack's borders, pissing on them, and then watching as they try to figure out who the hell did that. Unlike the majority of our family, I'm not too much a fighter... though I do have these." Proudly, because she absolutely loved her feline paws of hers, she presented a paw to the ghostly figure, unsheathing her extremely large and sharp claws. "I am a capable hunter. My coloration doesn't allow for much blending and stalking, but I'm fast, I'm good at climbing because of these, and I can easily create mortal wounds with both teeth and claws. It's very nice."

She paused, glancing around the all too familiar orchard that would start blooming when - if - the sun came back. "I like to climb the trees here and wait for unsuspecting prey to get under my tree - and then I drop on them. It's generally effective. I came back during this... interesting thing going on. I had enough of my time abroad; I wanted to check in on my dad, my brothers, though Aquila has been off somewhere himself. Found out there's a few more. Finnvi kids, and apparently new Saxe potatoes. Very curious to meet them and encourage them to cause hell for dad."

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