even a god-king can bleed
08-19-2014, 08:58 AM
Walk | Talk | Think Even after the time that had passed since she and her children had been granted temporary residency here within Olympus, the lithe grey hunter was still adjusting. It was hard to feel comfortable in a territory you were not officially a part of, around strangers that you did not know would welcome you wholly or turn you away because their own came first. She had been doing what she could to keep herself and her children out of their hair, warning them not to make a nuisance of themselves since their good behavior was so important, and tried not to take anything more than was necessary from their home, food and shelter alike. As far as she knew both Cador and Vaishya were behaving well, though the latter seemed to have a mind of her own. It was almost hard to keep track of her at times, but it was comforting knowing she always managed to return by nightfall. Together they approached the meeting that had been called by Natalya, and anxiety churned in Ashtoreth's stomach. This was it. This was the deciding day that would determine whether she and her family were allowed to stay or if they would be sent back into the wilds. It had her on edge, full of worry, but for the sake of her children she tried to reflect an air of outward calm. It still lingered there about her eyes, and likely was noticeable enough to see, but no word was given about her fears. She would not burden them with this. It was still early in the meeting, only a few Olympus wolves presently gathered around and waiting for things to commence. Head and tail low, knowing full well her place there was still under scrutiny, Ash guided her children into their midst and seated herself within the grasses, hoping to meet the dark eyes of the woman who had welcomed her on the border all those days ago and offer her a polite inclination of her head. They were still here, and still hopeful. |