Beginning, middle no end[joining]
10-02-2014, 01:02 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-02-2014, 01:03 PM by Katja the First.)
The youth's manner of speaking was odd, disconcerting, though she couldn't really put a definite reason to her unease. Something about his mannerisms bespoke something other than his age and appearance would suggest, and for a moment she considered that this might be Loki in disguise, manipulating the mortal realm in the way he knew best... Had she just accepted the trickster into her pack? She inclined her head in cautious acknowledgement of his words. But his question completely wiped away her reserve. The comparatively diminutive alpha jerked in shock when he spoke Jaeger's name, as though she'd touched a live wire. "How do you know that name?" she demanded, going from neutral to ice-cold and ice-sharp in the space of a few seconds. The fur along her spine and shoulders raised, she stepped forward aggressively. "Why do you ask me about Jaeger? What do you know of him? Tell me!" The last was said in a snarl, fangs flashing white beneath her deaths-head mask. Inside the darkness uncoiled within her with the swiftness of a striking viper, fear and hate born in her childhood, nurtured through an adulthood she'd spent tracking her cousin, mingled together into a sudden fury. It was only tempered by the knowledge Auora had given to her her, knowledge imparted to her sister by the norns in a dream, that Jaeger was dead and she was freed of that oath with that death. Only that memory kept her in place, muscles quivering with the strength of the emotion that reared it's head. Jaeger was the only reason she and Auora had even left the Finnvi family to come to this heathen land. Jaeger was the reason she was along, the reason Auora had been crippled. What did this boy have to do with Jaeger? |
