What Will You Teach Me?
05-08-2014, 11:30 AM
These children were beginning to fray Katja's temper. Not easy to provoke to anger, she was nonetheless beginning to feel the teeth of it gripping her at their continued, blatant disregard for any form of respect for her or the gods. She bared her teeth at the little fox in a grin entirely void of any humor as it declared itself unafraid of her. She was seriously considering the ramifications of killing the pet of one of Raisa's children - exactly how dearly did they hold this foxes, these living symbols of their family power? It would not be a difficult task, the beast was smaller than a rabbit. Worse though was the little male, Raisa's child. "You will hold your tongue, child," she snarled sharply. Her eyes gleamed silver, cold and furious, as she stood over him and he dared say she had nothing to support her "claim" as if she were telling bedtime stories instead of speaking of the gods. "Indulged, you have been, spoiled by those who should know better. Your blood gives you no license to act the brat, not with me. So certain are you in your infinite, infantile wisdom that you will know no other truth, boy? Phah." She made a sound of disgust. The young female was speaking, though, and Katja pulled her attention from the fox creature to listen. "From long and far away am I," Katja agreed. "And strange it is to me to find wolves such as in Ebony who have no knowledge of Aesir and Vanir. Worse to find, those who treat them as lies." Her eyes slid sternly to the disrespectful boychild, but the fox's mouthiness went too far and Katja's temper snapped. Luckily for the fox, as it was black paw and not teeth that flashed out aiming to cuff the fox. The sudden appearance of a third of Raisa's pups did not stay the motion of Katja's paw, but she was quick to withdraw it once more as the motion was completed, failure or success, so she could turn to face the pup barreling toward them barking out angry words. So fast he spoke, and with the childish timbre of his voice she wasn't sure she could follow the unfamiliar words. She got the general idea, though, and found herself somewhat mollified. Not all the children of her new pack were unrepentant heathens, then. She remained silent, neither condoning nor condemning the child's hostile words - she would not interfere in a child's squabble. Vikings, and the children of vikings, did not have a carefree childhood for so long as these wolves seemed to... they were long past due for some discipline. She could not, and would not, completely dispel the righteous anger sending sparks through her gaze. But perhaps now she would not kill the fox. "Speech." |
