Do you feel useless yet? [Eowyn]

since this thread was posted after elysium was created, and in Ian's post he acknowledged the fact that another pack was living here, im allowed to say that Elysium is already here. also, even though this thread is private, artemis is allowed to enter since she's the alpha and it's on her territory.

sorry kiara...but eo was on her land. ian was at the borders but eo was apparently IN the forest, so...derp. she can fight for her freedom ofc, and so can anyone else who is a tier two or higher member in a pack. sorry but this is how artemis is ruling her pack :p

An entirely feminine and foreign scent invaded the pallid banshee's nostrils as she made her routine patrol about her domain, enticing her to pursue its creator by the intensity of the aroma; whomever it belonged to certainly trudged upon dangerous turf, no? Upper lip would unfurl to reveal her bleached artillery of choice as she maneuvered along a makeshift path in search of the perpetrator, mismatched amethyst and silver gaze ravenously scanning through the labyrinth of underbrush in hopes of locating whatever poor soul thought it wise to disregard her borders. At long last, the petite physique of her newest intruder manifested within the tyrant's line of vision, forcing the banshee onward with the confirmation that the woman had, indeed, breached beyond her boundaries, footfalls hushed now as she attempted to approach the conversing duo perpendicular from the woman's left side. Triangular ears twitched as they consumed the soprano tones of the invader, forcing amusement upon the tyrant as she registered the information about the woman's aspiring pack, causing a smirk to unfold across her marred visage; well wouldn't she be quite the downer on the intruder's plans? "How unfortunate that your pack shall never be," the tyrant drawled as she strode from her vantage point, addressing the tawny woman with feigned sorrow, completely disregarding the male for now as she closed the distance between herself and the intruder, leaving approximately seven feet between them. "Fool girl, you will not go anywhere; you have trespassed upon my land, and now you shall face the consequence." Tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth as her pupils scanned the woman's unimpressive physique, noticeably contemplating her punishment. "Since you seem so keen to be with Elysium, I will gift you with a spot upon its hierarchy--at the bottom. Welcome, Serf; you'll find your time here quite..." speech trailed off as a soft chortle reverberated within the depths of her throat, "...unpleasant." Of course, the tyrant was no fool--she expected for the woman to contest her decree, and therefore began to settle into her defenses in preparation for battle. Skull lowered over her breast and tail ascended until it was in perfect alignment with the remainder of her spine, chin tucking tightly against the curvature of her neck while her jaws unhinged and lips curled back to reveal her incisors. Limbs found comfort spaced equidistant apart, each bent slightly at the knee to lower her center of gravity while her toes splayed, nails grappled the earth beneath her to retain traction, and weight distributed equally among her grounded appendages. Shoulders rolled forward in their sockets and neck scrunched to encumber the front and sides of her neck in a protruding halo of excess fur and fat while her hackles prickled along the base of her neck and spine, abdomen tensing while her eyes narrowed to dangerous slits and her ears slicked against the contours of her crown. Either her newest Serf would follow her, unscathed, or battered and bruised--it was entirely her choice.