Training's Over [Meeting]
01-20-2023, 11:11 PM
It felt like time was moving on without her. Rivin had been spending much of her time within the Pirate’s lands, not that the pups of the pack were supposed to leave, and she felt herself growing more distant. It wasn’t like that all the time, but bit by bit Rivin felt something growing inside of her. An anger that had been bubbling, festering since that day with Pyralis on the beach. She had been feeling more hostile, avoiding her father and brothers, and there was a fire burning in Rivin’s eyes that threatened to burn out of control. She wanted others to hurt, but she was trying to hold back, a part of her afraid of accidentally hurting her pack mates. That rage only continued to burn when she attended Pyralis’ funeral. It made her sick, and though she did not shed tears, there was a hollowness at losing someone else from the pack that left her feeling cold. She missed the old woman, though she had only been able to interact with her one day of her life. But fate was cruel, taking those that the living cared for away. It had Rivin thinking… what if her mother and brother were dead? But then… she had to ask herself the more important question. If they were, did she care? When Sparrow called for the wolves of the Plunder to gather, Rivin rose to her paws. She moved automatically towards the call, her gaze seeming a bit glassed over, distant. She hadn’t worked enough on her skills to be of benefit raiding, and so she was merely showing up out of respect for the brown-furred woman that led them. That, and, perhaps, to see how her father was fairing. The girl arrived, and, not seeking anyone else out despite being somewhat close to Calico Jack, Rivin sat and curled her tail around her paws. Come the next raid meeting, she vowed to be better. Stronger. It was only a matter of time. "Talk," 'Think.' |