even a god-king can bleed
09-13-2014, 11:01 PM
(OOC: I'm so sorry this is like a couple rounds late, I poofed for a while and got real backed up on this thread, so I'll try my best to make an accurate reply :x) "Blah Blah Blah, Shit's in shambles." Charon bugged at her mind. She didn't understand the slightest whatever her mother was speaking of. It was all too much for her to understand. She made contact with her father, his eyes trying to settle for that love thing or whatever. But Chione looked away, rolling her eyes, but just in time to catch Helios turn his gaze heavily to someone other than her. And as she matched that direction, is was none other than her eldest brother Apollo. She didn't know much of him, he wasn't around hardly at all, but her gut fired up as jealously rose to her eyes. Her blood started to boil, her mother speaking more of ranks and changes. "Make them feel what you feel. Make them hurt!" Chione tightly closed her eyes trying to let the menacing voice go away without inflicting pain to herself. "I won't go away dearie, make them hurt!" And just as she rose to her paws, eyes rising aggressively, her father made a flash and a threatening growl which made her pause in her tracks. Does he know? Did he hear Charon? she sloatched over, willing to take a punishment, but instead she noticed the fiery male going away from her and into the crowd, his voice raised at some other wolf. And relief rushed over her. Once Natalya moved to Helios, the relief had vanished. Quickly, Chione padded over Herc and stayed close to him, only worrying more as he hesitated a paw toward their parents. Chaos intertwined through the pack of wolves, the meeting was crashed as her enraged father went for a kill. Well, figuratively of course. After the non-Olympians made their way to a new meeting place,the gold man father hissed at made his deepest apologies claiming that there was nothing wrong of him. And just after, the boy father was defending stated what seemed to be true; the man was innocent. But Helios refused forgiveness. At this point Chione wanted the world to just explode; she had to deal with all this anger and evil in her own dreams and mind, she didn't want it out here. She was more frightened than mad though. But it only became worse. It was like she was counting sheep, or frogs, or anything of the sort. Anything that would keep everyone else's voices from her head. Her gravel optics plastered to the ground, watching Herc's feet prepared for them to move, for she would follow. |