Demons Never Die [Meeting]
05-29-2013, 07:34 PM
So here's the story. Her mother had been pretty much pegged for dead. No one saw here. She saw no one. For about a month Azalea hardly saw her either. Whatever strange illness seemed to plague her mother made it hard for her or any wolf to hold a relationship with her. That didn't mean that Az didn't love her mother. That didn't mean that she wouldn't fight tooth and claw for her. All it meant was that while she did love her mother, it was hard to find sympathy for her. So while some might have expected her to cozy up by Soleil and comfort her, she didn't. Azalea placed herself where she chose to be in the pack. Cairo made it clear that Collision, her father, had not made the best alpha. She would not disagree. Collision had acted in ways that the pack was not properly prepared for, not that she knew much of the details as she was too young to be so overly involved. With a heavy heart she accepted what Cairo had to say because even if she hadn't been alive while he ruled in the prime of his life, she still felt the power and influence in his words. Cairo was everything Valhalla stood for. She sat on the balls of her feet as Cairo suddenly devoted all his attention to Soleil. It was a desperate moment and Azalea's brow spots lowered over her amber eyes fixing into a worried look. Their words were lost to her, really, she wasn't close enough to hear them over the louder voices in the crowd, but after a small conversation both wolves fled from the meeting. The auburn headed wolf jolted, legs begging her to follow her mother but she thought clearly. Better to stay at the meeting as she was supposed to, besides too much was going on to just leave. Azalea relaxed once her mother was out of her sight. Her attention falling back to the meeting at hand. It had progressed and she struggled to catch up quickly. Speech, |
