Mean Street

N/A · 01-28-2014, 01:05 AM

Akemi, a woman she knew and yet not a particular friend. They had not had the true pleasures of associating all too much at all, however Eyfura?s tentative nature of course meant she was aware of the babe?s name. Not a whole lot slipped under the determined nose of the towering vulpess, and her wisdom was something she would pride herself in. ?If I sought to dominate, I would not merely inquire for attendance, I would hunt and I would strike,? my, did the woman believe she could judge a vixen she barely knew? If so, Eyfura would pity her somewhat silently, her features near-void as marked towers would hang loosely in an apparent disinterest. Though her interest was heavy, simply loitering places unseen, not willing to parade such a trait to a family she knew were fabulous at being poor judges of ones being.

Unwavered, spitfire gaze would soon find its way to the approaching liveliness of Baldur. Ah, she was a little more familiar with he; their litters had virtually grown up together, separated by barely a few months. ?Surely a woman does not need good reason to unite with her family, Baldur?? but her voice was light-hearted, a smile threatening to brush the corners of her caramel lips. It was nice to see him after so long, he had always been the brighter one of the otherwise-temperamental bunch. Alas, perhaps a little too free-spirited for her likings, but a brother all the same. Loki; she could sense him coming from a distance away; wary of his presence. Not in a cautious way but an alert way. He was always so sour, defiant, proud. Almost to the point of it being painful to deal with him, but as she had said so many times before ? family, was family, and the instinct she bore to guide them was too strong to surpass.

She would shift her weight as he arrived, showing a sheer disrespect for her presence by sprawling himself upon the carpets, mindlessly dropping his heirachy by becoming level with his siblings feet. She frowned, a light sigh accompanying the frustration of her mind as he too would riddle the air with vile judgements of her character. She was a domineering thing yes, but she was far more kinder natured than those who surrounded her. She was a woman of realism, she took life exactly as it was, without polish and without fairies. Loki on the other hand, thought it fun to drape spiderwebs over the positives, outdating respect, and ooze black gloom over anything else anybody had to look forward to.

?As much of a reason as you had for coming, brother,? she would respond, holding her cool with the voidness upon her fa?ade. ?Have none of you any interest in remaining as a family, are your brains too washed by our fallen father to dare show the adulthood that he so lacked?? she shook her skull in pity, ?And here I was thinking I?d arrived for the better, only to find my siblings hold no care for one another. Am I not entitled to speak with you all, to ask of your travels or your future plans?? A mere statement slowly began to turn into a lecture, rather typical for the mature woman, ?Do any of you hold the ambition for a life, a permanent residence here, or are you all rather satisfied scrounging turf as rogue parasites?? She was disappointed to say the least, aware that at least one of them would bite back, but she was more than prepared; somebody had to try and keep them in check. ?Where is Hati, anyway??

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