Climbing up up up
10-16-2013, 06:53 PM
Azalea sat. She did a lot of sitting here, more sitting than she had done in her entire lifetime. She hated sitting but she was a prisoner, what else could she do? It wasn't like they were inviting her for a jog along the border or to help hunt. She was an outcast not that she ever intended to become part of the "in" crowd here. Even if that were on her list of things to achieve in life, she would have pump herself full of asshole blood to make herself part of Isardis' family. It seemed his family ruled the pack, from what she could tell. Argent though was not related and seemed to be the closest thing to a mate that the ruffian wolves knew. She was Isardis' main lady, after all. Azalea had gained some important as of late, having the devil's children now growing inside of her. She had yet to feel the effects but given the waning of her sex drive, she suspected it was fairly inevitable. Her ears pressed back against her skull as a sound broke the silence and then rushed forward as she realized it was a child. She suspected the place was teeming with them. Her skin crawled at the thought of all those hungry mouths pulling at their mothers' teats. She rolled her shoulders, trying to shake her discomfort. The whole process of being pregnant and rearing whelps was nauseating to her and yet she didn't mind puppies. She was already on her feet, moving toward the pathetic howl. The puppy was easy enough to find, it wasn't like she was making herself scarce. She stood perched upon a large boulder, looking out at the world around her. Inwardly the auburn headed lass rolled her eyes, definitely an Isardis child. She stopped near the base of the boulder, watching the pup as she surveyed the ground below. "You got up there, can't you get down?" Her tone was light. "I can help you, if you would like." Polite. She had no harsh feelings for the puppy, it was not her fault that her father was an asshole. |
