Inevitable
10-02-2013, 10:47 AM
Karmen would never arrive to a pack function on time, nor identify her mistake midway through and rush to the meeting - she was fickle with her timing, a little careless, growing bored with crusty routine as if time were broken toys that no longer pacified her interests. She was fashionably late, as always, hunting the scents of her Amenti counterparts like they were her fleeing prey. Their tantalizing odors led her to a barren tunda, silhouettes of black evergreens painted into the mountains that stood so lonesome on the horizon. And in the midst of dead grass and snow flurries stood a trio of Amenti wolves: Canttina - the only one she'd readily admit she was sorta fond of, depending on the day - and the other two, Ozz and Raven? She couldn't recall the latter's name, but perhaps it had slipped her mind, just like her sense of timing. But the other few she identified were strangers. A cobalt blue, solid and statuesque, with glowing green eyes that could have rivaled her own, but unfortunately, did not compare. And the other was pallid in comparison, with cherry-red garnets adorning his pearly face and bubblegum lips, all packaged together like a saccharine sugarcube. Karmen did not stop herself from admiring his immaculate complexion - why, he was almost as beautiful as herself. Karmen's peridot eyes glittering with mute fascination, a small infamous simper tugging on the corners of her lips as her mind reeled with wicked intentions. She sauntered towards her bed-mates, her hips following after her in a beguiling sashay and her gaze searching the faces of the two Canttina hoped to create an alliance with. The golden goddess felt that all of these wolves here for an alliance was so unnecessary: if she could have organized a personal conference with the King in the confines of somewhere dark and desolate, they would let their body language initiate the terms and conditions. But she allowed Canttina to carry through with this folly convention, interested in how the Glaciem wolves would react. Her doe-like legs continued to kiss the ground until she seated herself, curling her long caudal along the curve of her haunches, remaining quiet and poise like a brassy trophy-prize. |