The Devil In Stitches
05-17-2013, 09:15 AM
The girl would be one of the last to arrive to the pack meeting. The howl that came from the jowls of the unknown intrigued her and Him. It wasn't Kaien or Morphine, so who was it? It wasn't Viridiana, her father, or Secret either. So who was this wolf that called the pack with such authority? Curiosity became overwhelming so she headed towards the meeting place. The majority of the pack had arrived. It was surprising to see how many had shown up. Normally most had the gall to be so disrespectful that they did not show. Upon speculation golden hues studied those who sat perched upon a high rock to view who had called them together. One was a gigantic female of proportions unseen to her before now. The other was Nnoitra Jaeger. Where was Kaien? And Morphine? She would sit by her father and lean into him softly as she listened as the new Vecaans' words. Kaien was dead and Morphine demoted. Booted from the pack and not allowed to return. Such a change of events was surprising. Something inside of her was pleased by it though. Two years of age. She could now fight for a rank and prove herself to at least be a warrior. Kaien hadn't been a favorite of hers either, but she had respected him and Morphine as her Alpha. She'd been smart enough to see Tortuga was failing. Would this new leadership be helpful to the pack? Or would it destroy it? She wouldn't dare voice her opinions on the matter out loud. "Why not love? Surely you have SOMETHING to say?" My lip quivered. His silence had been more appreciated. Her mouth remained closed seeing as it wasn't the time to argue with him. Instead eyes shifted towards the bird that made himself known to the rest of Tortuga. A smirk splayed across her lips as he dropped a bone covered in blood? Was it truly Kaien's bone? It was a possibility. The scavengers words were interesting. His rhymes causing an uproar in a few wolves. Especially the ex-Beta Viri. Golden pools then shifted to Desdemona evaluating her and giving her an accusatory stare. Had she really left him to rot? "Does the bird tell the truth? Do you lie to us. Or does the bird lie?" "Speech" "He speaks" |