Ill take my crown [Syren family only]
12-29-2013, 08:46 PM
Her sister?s assertion makes her snort. Syren may not think so, but Vyvienne thinks it is obvious that her possessions have yet to learn to whom they truly belong. It is her own fault, of course, but she will have to teach them some other time. For now she is preoccupied, listening to her sister retell the story. ?Good,? she remarks absently, her head turning and tongue seeking to rasp out against her sister?s shoulder. Ears prick as she listens to Cynder, snorting. ?Some of us have to work so that you can sit on your ass looking pretty, Cynder,? she remarks briskly. Sevan arrives next, and Vyvienne?s acidic gaze locks upon her. ?She is a warrior, she will be fine,? the eldest remarks, attention drawn to Meinx next. ?She needs us,? she answers once more. Vyvienne has been meaning to gather her siblings all together, and now they are here, and now she can bond with them. Her father arrives next, and the eldest gives him room to speak to Syren as he will. He moves away and lays down, and Vyvienne listens to him speak, although she moves. As she does her tail flicks, a demands that her sisters follow her. She attempts to lay down beside her father, seeking to cuddle. For a girl so vicious as Vyvienne it seems strange, but she is in one of her softer moments. As he describes his heir she snorts, in her mind knowing full well it will be no other than herself. ?When we come of age, there will be nobody who can defeat us father,? she tells him. It is fact; they are vicious, strong, and there is no army with might stronger than theirs. |