FAMILY TIME LIKE WHOA DUDE
12-02-2014, 10:17 PM
 Chin raised as the woman blocked her path and she stepped to the side, not moving past her but clearing her own path should she feel the need to walk away. Finally, something struck the woman as off about the situation. "You tread the borders of Ludicael," she responds neutrally, almost boredly. "She's somewhere here. Or she might have left the territory. I'm not her keeper." Tone shifts to brisk and dismissive. The fate of her prisoners aren't her problem--they obviously hadn't been doing much when she'd retaken Ludicael so the stagnation in their pack status probably won't make an awful difference now, she supposes. "The pack has returned to what I founded it as--with its rightful name and in its rightful place," is all that she offers otherwise. Ludicael has always been nothing but hers and that is a stubborn concept in Jupiter's mind, no matter what kind of reasoning may exist to combat it. A wolf could change their name and home all they wanted but the blood that coursed through their veins will always be the same--and that is what Ludicael is to her: a tangible creature tamed by none but her. |
prone to violent reaction. ic actions have ic consequences and she lives and breathes it.public enemy #1
crawl. crawl more. drag your hands and knees across the destruction left in my wake to the ends of the earth. there's a green light of a shining star in my sky and there will not be an obstacle i will not overcome until i cup that star in my palms. the void in my will has been filled with purpose. so crawl. crawl more, love.
because i like it when you're on your knees.
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