FROM ASHES

Oh, how things had come crashing down, shattering her very world. The pale she-wolf had been practically royalty in her mother's pack, and now she, along with each and every one of her family members - and even those in the pack that didn't share her blood were considered family - were prisoners. Prisoners to a ghost from her mother's past, a skeleton from her mother's closet come to make sure she leeched her hatred into every part of Note's home, her soul. Revenge for some perceived betrayal from Song - from Song, of all wolves! Note wasn't entirely certain what her mother did - or didn't! - do, but she didn't care. This fiery demon - this Jupiter - was destroying everything that Note loved and cherished. She was ruining Ludicael, ruining her very home.

There was a still unfamiliar call. An irritating noise that had the pale Destruction fae grinding her jaws, nose wrinkling. She considered ignoring the call, and perhaps would have, had thoughts of her family not come into her head. Ludicael had pups still. They would need caring for. Even if the other prisoners - none of whom deserved the label - did manage to fight their way to freedom, the pups wouldn't be able to, and Note doubted this Jupiter would let them leave. At any rate, a move for young pups was dangerous; Note knew this. She was slow to lift her lithe frame, to make her way lazily toward the sound of the call. As soon as her bi-colored gaze landed on the fiery demoness, Note barely twitched her chin upward, an almost defiant gleam in her usually such friendly, loving eyes. In the back of her mind, she knew that even subtle defiance was dangerous, particularly because the dictator was a stranger, and clearly violent. And Note? Well, she didn't doubt her reflexes or her agility, but she wasn't a fighter.

The pale she-wolf tore her hateful gaze away from the demon and onto a dark mass. It took only seconds for Note to realize that the dark mass was another wolf. This blackened canid was a stranger to the yearling, but already she could feel the cold embrace of hatred wrap temptingly around her heart. Any friend of the fiery demon must surely be wicked, after all. Note could not hear the words spoken from the charcoal bitch, but her affectionate touch and look painted a clear picture for anyone with eyes. It was clear the two were more than friends. Something about that fact made it worse to Note. Not because the two were female - it wasn't exactly a 'rare' thing, or something she was unfamiliar with - but because Note could never fathom taking on a lover who was as dark and vengeful as Jupiter. But the snow painted yearling kept quiet, her bi-colored gaze circling the territory in search of her family.

Act. "Speak." Think.