intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame
She hadn't really had much time to think of those who had forsaken her. Her children were growing rapidly, and the five pups kept her exhausted. It wouldn't be long until they'd leave their den to be presented to the world, and she was almost eager for it. Perhaps they'd adventure in the safety of their kingdom and let her return to more of her Queenly duties. She had a few things that craved her utmost attention- like her neighbors. They had to go. She'd been resting in her den- when a familiar voice called out for her. She paused for a moment, pushing down her furious thoughts... Perhaps this could be what she needed. Elli had been ambitious, Roman could not fault her that. She pushed aside her feeling of rejection. Had the girl won her own crown? Roman pushed herself to her feet carefully, and stepped around her children. "Stay my dears. Greek will tell you a story?" She said simply, with a hard look at her companion. He nodded, and scurried up onto a rock as the pups crowded around them.
As she pushed out of her den, she could hear the beginings of his tale. "In a Kingdom far away- called Smokerealm..." As she stepped away, she smiled slightly as his voice faded into the wind. It didn't take her long for her haggard form to arrive at her border. Roman kept her face neutral as she approached, though her body stance held no aggression. Truthfully, she was too tired to argue. "It's nice to see that Winter has swallowed you whole." She said softly, as she halted at her borders. Roman inhaled slightly- no pack scent... but there was a pregnancy. Curiosity lit her gaze, "It seems Winter left you with gifts. Congratulations." She sank back, her haunches folding under her. "Gods be good- I hope you don't have five. They're energy leeches." This time her tone was a bit warmer, with a familiar tease in it.
Greek Speak -- Roman Speak |