Where do we stand
09-29-2014, 12:45 PM
This was still pack lands, claimed under the rule of Katja. But did Apollo linger within the borders? Or had he fled? She would traipse along the border, nostrils quivering as she attempted to pick up his scent. Their last meeting had been interesting to say the least. Tension had wedged them apart, his parents had attempted to drive them apart. But had it worked? A sigh would leave her lips, paws pressing into the ground gently. Would she even find him? She missed him dearly, yet he had been scarce since she had first found Hypnos.
Hips swayed as shoulders rolled, each step carefully placed. Her indigo gaze swept back and forth, senses on high alert. She was part of a pack that had a target painted on its back. There was no doubt in her mind that Olympus would rise up again in an attempt to slay the viking Queen, but she would make sure that they are beaten back, she would bury them. The woman would halt, stretching stiff muscles that were still bruised from her spat with the foolish whore. Her wounds were steadily healing, but knowing that her opponent would have a forever remind was more than enough. A faint grin would twitch the corners of her mouth as she resumed her search. She would not stop until she found him, no matter how long it took. |