The Devil In Stitches
05-10-2013, 08:52 PM
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Eyes fluttered open. The dame had been sleeping, trying to regain some of her energy back. But the foreign howl that called for the pack disturbed her. This wasn't Morphine or Kaien calling. This was another wolf. Where were the Alphas? She rose to her paws, confusion entering her expression. She broke into a trot, as she was near by, but was nonetheless anxious to get to this pack meeting. To see what wolf had demanded their presence. Coming to the clearing, eyes first laid upon Nnoitra. And then the pale woman beside him. Blood soaked her ivory pelt, a familiar scent mingling with her own. Kaien? She looked around, others had already arrived, including her daughter. Taking a seat beside the identical looking she-wolf, Secret sought Nnoitras gaze, alarmed. She didn't understand. And she didn't have to wait long. Desdemona. The name wasn't familiar to her. She was the knew Alpha? But Kaien...? Was dead. Shock glittered her features. He submitted to her? Part of her wanted to believe this wasn't true, but it was seen the young brutes eyes when she had last met with him. He had grown tired of fighting his pack for their respect. Sadly, it came as no surprise. She listed, glad that things would be patched with Valhalla, and war wouldn't be hanging over their heads. However what the dame said next, brought a rumble of disagreement from her. Stripping the entire pack of their ranks and titles? Daring. That certainly was the way to not make friends. A tournament to get your rank back? Some of these wolves, including herself, had their rank since Nnoitra had ruled the pack. And now it was being taken from her? There was no way she'd be able to compete with someone younger. And Nnoitra was backing her up. Already she was growing wary of this new Alpha. While she did have good plans to create peace and rebuild Tortuga to the pack it once was, she had a feeling it was going to be a long and rough road to get there. She knew that she would have to speak to Desdemona after the meeting was over. Her body wouldn't stand up to anymore strain. No matter how much she wanted it to. She desperately wanted to be around to watch her kids grow up. Lyrics of others filled in as background noise, while the dame thought. So far only one seemed to be objecting. A bird at that. Odd. He spoke in strange ways, but was clearly trying to start something within the pack. But would Viri or Morphine show up and all hell would break loose? Eyes drifted to her daughter beside her. She would do well in the pack, she was young, had room to grow and excel. And would her two boys. Where were they anyways? She looked around for Vixe and Rune, but they hadn't yet shown up. They would both be in trouble if they didn't show up, or showed up late. As for Kylar. She had no idea where he was, and their children would soon be asking questions about their fathers whereabouts. And she only had difficult answers to give them. "Talk here." |
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