Just A Dream
01-18-2015, 01:43 PM
Blood dripped from her jaws, congealed upon the darkness of her pelt, and her eyes burned with a righteous light as she watched the orange bitch stagger away with both eyes slashed through. The ruined mess that was once the Ludicael alpha's gaze was a triumph, but Katja did not smile. The voice of a woman whose arrive Katja had only barely noted within the haze of battle drew her attention away from the stumbling, broken retreat. "Perhaps one day we shall meet in battle. Perhaps one of us shall send the other to the halls of Valhalla," she mused in response. "But I cannot join your pack. The Finnvi wolves shall be beholden to none others in this life. If you will excuse me, I have a slave to collect." She inclined her head just a touch to the russet-hued warrior, filing away her face and her pack scent to consider at a more convenient time. Silver-ticked hackles flat now the viking stalked toward the group that had gathered around her captive. Her gaze dismissed the red yearling - a relative of Solo's perhaps? Possibly even a littermate? They were the same age - and the male who hovered protectively over her captive. The young male pup she narrowed her eyes at covetously... a sturdy young male like that would make for a much better slave than this quivering girl. Ignoring the red bitch hovering over him as though she could protect him, Katja stalked closer and cocked her head curiously. His coloring was remarkably like her own, almost startlingly from the black and gray over most of his coat to the silver of his eyes. Were the gods sending her a sign? Wary of Loki's tricks, she did not immediately lay claim to the boy. "You are going to be a warrior one day," she rumbled, gaze locked to his. "You could be a far greater one if you were not tucked away in a forest like a possession. If, perhaps, you were to live unencumbered by their... babying." She hummed thoughtfully, and withdrew from her close proximity to turn her head to regard her cousin battling so gleefully against the white wraith of the forest. She shook her head, but did not involve herself. Though it was a pleasure to fight beside her blood, Kapra was no weak mewling child in need of her hovering over him. He did the family proud. So must she. Tongue absently cleaning her muzzle of its thick coating of blood she stared hawkishly at the girl she'd claimed, and the male who hovered protectively over her. A father perhaps. Strange that he hadn't attempted to simply drag the girl away while the Ludicael woman had engaged her attention. For the best... for him... as she would have simply tracked them and taken back what was hers - and likely have claimed him as well for the trouble caused. "You are unwelcome here," she spoke dismissively, her words suddenly directed to the red-furred brat who frothed so angrily at the others gathered. "Unrequired your presence is, and a distraction to... business." |
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