KNEEL ON MY ARRIVAL

Bright green gaze fixated upon the form of her sister, outside on a cold winter day. Vyvienne cared little that the cold might make her silver-kissed sibling sick, nor that the cold might be uncomfortable, but rather that there were stormy clouds brewing above that might wipe her scent from the body of her littermate. Such a factor would be unacceptable; her possessions had to bare her scent at all times, displaying her mark obviously and proudly.

She approached without much more hesitation, plastering herself to her sister?s side, allowing their pelts to mingle and hopefully for her scent to invade the crevasses of her sister?s lovely pelt. ?You?ll catch a cold,? she said harshly, but it was oh so apparent that she cared little that this was the case. Cynder was strong enough to withstand a cold, and thus Vyvienne was not at risk of losing a possession. Therefore, she did not care. The monstrous girl only cared that her sister stood to erase her chains, which, even by accident, was a mistake that was most unacceptable.