Knocking at your Gates [p]
03-20-2013, 11:18 AM
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jupiter illidais
a giggle of very feminine proportions shook from her form at his reply, laced with a hint of innocent mischief. of course, jupiter wouldn't act upon this streak, but it was a little bit humorous indeed to marvel at what would have been a very troublesome prank. alas, the sol would never do that to her friend, though. yes, she confirmed in her mind as if it made the fact any more certain by assuring her conscience, indeed, he is my friend. she watched him with her celestial eyes of purple as he angled his body to carefully drink his fill from the river. her tail wagged a bit as he withdrew, awaiting his judgement as if it meant something to her when in all honesty, it didn't mean an awful lot. after all, she couldn't change the features and details of her territory, and she loved it just the way it was. intrigued but seemingly positive syllables leaped from his lips of ebony and she nodded, taking it upon herself to fill him in on what he was so sorely missing out on. "indeed, it is. at night the water seems to glow very lightly. you could almost think you were imagining it, but if you touch it--" she paused to accent her point by dipping a paw into the water and flinging a few droplets in his direction in a playful manner, "--it glows a wonderful azure. it looks magical, almost. i'm almost certain that the mangroves have something to do with it. i've never been anywhere else that has water like this." jupiter observed with interest as he rocked to and fro as he sat, smiling lightly at the restless antics. what could possibly be on his mind? the fae pondered over this inquiry, tilting her head first to the right, and then to the left, though both movements were minuscule. it was almost as if she were physically tossing her options back and forth, from one side of her conscience and consideration to the other. "in all honesty, it's a mixing pot," she admitted, offering a sheepish sort of smile. now she nearly understood--rather, assumed--where this was going. he was beating her to the chase, that brute! great minds think alike, came a fond mental reminder, courteousy of the more positive side of her thoughts. she hadn't been mad at him; in fact, she had been more amused than anything else. "i don't interfere with the lives of my subjects much. i allow them to do what they wish unless it compromises the pack or our allies." which we have none of right now, she added bemusedly in her mind. "of course, they're still expected to be involved in the pack and do their duties, but i leave them mostly to their own devices unless they begin to neglect their responsibilities." it was an idea that was not fully mature, and she would see if it worked out, but so far it had worked out quite well. she didn't seem to have anybody scheming mutiny quiet yet, so apparently she was doing something remotely right. [ o o c ; ] --/-- |
prone to violent reaction. ic actions have ic consequences and she lives and breathes it.public enemy #1
crawl. crawl more. drag your hands and knees across the destruction left in my wake to the ends of the earth. there's a green light of a shining star in my sky and there will not be an obstacle i will not overcome until i cup that star in my palms. the void in my will has been filled with purpose. so crawl. crawl more, love.
because i like it when you're on your knees.
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