Watch Your Step
06-13-2014, 02:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-13-2014, 04:04 PM by Fiamette.)
The carmine beauty had an unmistakable thirst for furor, an aspect rarely seen within her family's commonly peaceful den. Her brothers and sisters were oftentimes sheep, following their mother's every command without an independent thought in mind. Other than herself Hestia had been her only sibling to clearly show their self determination and independence at a young age, an event the babe had not been expecting due to her sisters timid behavior. The crimson princess usually did the things she was ordered to do to gain her mothers satisfaction, but she did not follow every rule her mother expected her to abide by- one of them being to remain in the pack lands. Her most recent rule was atrocious, how could her mother expect her to stay in the same territory all day? She wanted adventure, to discover new things on her own and not sit around all day with her siblings while they play meaningless games to pass the time. She wanted so much more, and she would have it. She would cross Covari's border with ease, ebony dipped legs carrying her South of her home, no particular destination set in mind. -enters territory- She would continue south until Covari was long gone, striding into an unknown land without precaution although it was littered with threats. She does not feel concern as she weaves past spiked weapons, instead seeing an opportunity to find adventure within the thickets of thorns as opposed to danger. Immediately, as if the stranger had meant to cross her path, another canine would cross her volcanic gaze, brows narrowing to glare as she crouches downward to observe her next victim. She would remain silent and motionless, audits perked toward the girl as she watched her stalk and ambush a small bird. The animal would squirm and flap, causing the ebony babe to release her grasp, resulting in an unsuccessful hunt and a thorn in her paw. Lips would quirk slightly in amusement, her own reaction to the girls anguished cries and failure. She would rise to her current height, carmine skull lifting skyward as the tip of her elongated tail flicked behind her dainty hips. She would aim to approach the girl from her left side, all emotion vacant from her facial features as she coos her taunt. "pitiful." Mischief gleams in her volcanic hued eyes, her extravagant lashes batting a few times in innocent ridicule. |
