Ill take my crown [Syren family only]

Magnificent was the power that rushed threw her body. She walked standing tall with the high still infecting her mind. She knew she needed to clean her fresh wounds. Her shoulder was soar and the bite wounds on her neck were still weeping but her body didn?t act as if it were harmed. No, she walked with her head held high and her tail upright to display her dominance to no one in particular. She was feeling very proud of what she had achieved. She had beaten an adult female wolf. Beaten her and ran her off of Amenti soil. Her tail wagged behind her as she smiled silently to herself.

She wandered towards the cavern. Her amethyst eyes glowing as the light faded from the outside and darkness consumed her sandy coat. Her paws were quite against the rough stone. She had been mastering the ways of being silent as she approached others. She wanted to be silently and deadly some day. A silent killer that her father could send to dispose of any and all threats thrown their way. She wanted to be his tool to use and to be a force so fierce that even her sister Vyv would one-day fear. The thought was amusing but her facial features remained neutral. She was a very serious girl and although she held so much personality within her head she remained ever silent on the outside.

She found her way towards a small pool inside the cavern. The sound of dripping water made her ears twitch. She pulled her face towards the surface and noticed the wound on her shoulder. It was ugly but nothing that couldn?t heal on its own. She looked defiant against her own reflection. Her face looked so arrogant, so sure of itself, when in fact she was unsure if she meant anything to him. Why was Vyv so much more important to him then she was? Not that she disliked her sister, she admired her possessive nature and desire to fight constantly, however she felt it was a disadvantage towards a potential Heir. How could she accept those that desired to belong when she only wanted those that belonged to remain and no one else?

She let her mind fade away as she pushed her front end of her body towards the water. Her high was wearing off and her body felt stiff. Pain pulsed threw her back from her wound but she ignored it and made no sound. She allowed the water to push over the open wound. She closed her eyes and released the tension riding her body. Yet, all the while, she maintained her alertness. Her ears were spilt in order to hear sounds coming from ahead of her and behind her.