The Will of the Gods [Meeting]
04-09-2014, 06:47 PM
An unfamiliar voice would split the silence as it rang out across the territory, and the youth would raise her head curiously, her volcanic gaze glancing toward her mother as she waited for an explanation. Their mother would rise and urge them out the den, saying that the alpha had called them and they needed to answer. Fiamette would gladly heed her mothers summons as she rose to trail off after her before her siblings could manage to catch up. Though they would all travel in a group she would aim to remain the closest pup to their mother at all times, often brushing herself affectionately against her mothers foreleg as they traveled across the land. She would shoot daggers at the others when anyone drew too close to her liking, a reminder to those who saw that she would always be the favorite. She wore her mothers admiration like a badge before her siblings, a smug smirk always placed across her lips with an eyebrow sassliy quirked. As they approached the large gathering of wolves her volcanic gaze would glance from face to face, her mouth agape in awe. She had never seen this many wolves before- and look! There were even puppies around her age here too! She would pick up her pace as they weaved through the crowd, and when her mother reclined on her haunches the crimson nymph would place herself between her mothers front legs, her nose raised skyward as she glared at Hestia who was perched surprisingly close to their mother. A growl would bubble within her core when her sister whispered the words "I love you", and her expression would grow frigid and harsh as she glared at Hestia, giving her a stare that screamed "shut your mouth before I shut it for you." She would then look toward who she assumed was the Oracle was, waiting for an explanation for this meeting. "Speech" |
