Following the Stream up North [PACK HUNT]
09-28-2014, 10:57 AM
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Sightless eyes would watch over the small clearing that was her den. She felt rather useless and unimportant since the takeover and it was obvious on her form. Listless features would rest on the ground beyond her den, her body still but her mind was still raving from the events of late. She would cling to Solo's side as though her were her life raft. Though everything about this place was familiar she would not feel complete. So much uncertainty surrounded her she would hardly register the voice that called for her presence. The voice was slightly familiar, she had been there when Virgil found her way within the boundaries of their usurped home. For a moment she would stall, unsure if she even wanted to answer the call at all. A reluctant sigh would leave her lips, and her silver form would rise from the desolate dirt. Dark paws would carry her confidently to the woman's presence. Her head held high and posture proud. Shed shown her weakness and now she would begin to shake it from her. She was an Olympian princess, she would act as such. She realized that only Nemesis had beaten her to the gathering, rather uncertain of where she stood with the boy Gaia would take her own place across from her brother. Tail would flick behind her once before her haunches coiled and brought her to the earth. Silently she would wait, bright silver eyes lingering on the form of the warrioress. Speech |
