A Fresh Start

Her father’s howl caused Ember’s ears to perk atop her head, the Carpathian princess’ attention pulled from the book in her paws as she lounged out on her balcony enjoying the summer sun and cool coastal breeze. Her head turned back to gaze into the castle, wondering what her sire could possibly want from her. It was no secret that the two headstrong Carpathians were butting heads right now, so for him to summon her was unexpected. With a sigh, Ember folded a corner of the page to mark her place in the book before carrying it back into her room and tossing it onto her desk. The midnight-furred princess then stepped out into the hall and made her way for the stairs, huffing and rolling her eyes in the way a teenage girl does when being inconvenienced by her parents in any way.

Trotting gracefully down the stairs, Ember peered over the side of the railing to spy her father down in the foyer talking with someone. A couple more steps down and the other wolf came into view, her snowy white and navy blue coat familiar to her. Memories of their brief interaction at the Yearlings' Ball came rushing back to her as her mixing blue and turquoise eyes fell upon Rebel Klein, surprise painting her visage when she saw the other young fae. The bag on her back suggested only one thing, and it piqued Ember's curiosity. She had heard of Ashen's fall and wondered what had become of all the wolves there. Guess she had her answer now as it looked like Rebel was about to be part of the Hallows. Finishing her descent with a little flurry of her dainty paws on the stairs, Ember approached her sire and their guest, offering Ember a little smile and Artorias a formal dip of her head.

"Father," she greeted Artorias with impassive formality, much to her sire's clear displeasure. She then turned her gaze up to Rebel, who now matched her father in his dire height. "Hello, Rebel. It's nice to see you again!" It had been several seasons since they'd last seen one another. Em was no longer the puppy she had been then. She was all long legs and sleek planes of lithe muscles beneath smooth, silky fur and her flowing tail tied up in her basic everyday braided style. Not quite at her full adult height yet, but clearly taking more after her mother's genes.

"Ember Carpathius" | "Carpathian"