I'll be your crying shoulder
06-16-2014, 10:44 PM
She would prowl the territory that surrounded her own, venturing to the west, finding herself surrounded by willows. Leaves would brush against her pelt as she navigated the roots that where tangled at her feet. The russet Queen kept to the shadows, finding herself unable to sleep that night. Paws pressed into the soft earth, tail swaying idly at her hocks with her crown lifted proudly. She was slowly but surely settling into her place as Queen, she was learning the terrain of her home, and marking her boarders carefully. Her numbers were small, but she was confident they would grow. She visited with Vi every so often, finding comfort in the fact that her friend was so close. Many members of the old Arcanum had fled with the silver Queen, and those that lingered saw her only as a pawn and were slowly trickling away if they hadn't fled already. She would pay those who weren't loyal no mind, Maija stood beside her, and the kids had joined as well, her ranks were already filling with those who wished to join. Nostrils would quiver, inhaling, breaking her from her train of thoughts. She had approached a small clearing that allowed the moonlight to shine through. She would pause before lowering herself to the ground. Limbs folded delicately beneath her as she settled in to take a rest, torn ears swiveling gently. "Talk" "You" Think |