Lover's Eyes
01-27-2015, 05:04 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-27-2015, 05:18 PM by Evelyn.)
Jupiter was dead, gone -- Ludicael was officially hers. What it meant for her, she was not sure. As the highest in the pack, and the rightful heir, the pack was in her control now. But did she even want a pack again, let alone one full of cowards, of strangers? Most of the wolves here were spineless and unwilling to stand up for anything, even their own freedom. A wary eye was cast upon the lands as she wandered, her steps deliberate and careful as she found herself trailing the borders of this place she had come to know as home. Wondering if an empire was something she wanted again, or if she'd be better off letting these wolves free, of easing back into the life of a loner, with no ties to land or kin, save for her children. And yet the possibility of a crown was tempting. The imminent possibility for power and control was there and she found courage seeping into her core, igniting a fire within her that she had not known for some time. Would her children stay with her here? Might they finally be one family again? Perhaps the mere fact of having a kingdom would bring to her family that she had not seen in some time.. and here, she was certain she could provide a safe haven for all that she loved, far safer than they might be elsewhere. It surprised her to hear Amalia's call so soon. Though it was only last season that they had reunited again, as far as she knew, her oldest daughter was living in the north with some of the Armadas. A choice that she didn't approve of, and she had made her dislike of the family quite clear, though never had she told her that she didn't support her choices. And it certainly wouldn't change the love she had for Amalia, even if imagining her sweet daughter living amongst them formed a knot in her stomach. It is with ease that she redirects her pawsteps, aiming to close the distance between herself and her daughter. Her expression is guarded, largely unreadable as the two wolves come into view -- the one that stands beside Amalia, Epiphron does not know. A wary stare is cast upon her before she turns her full attention to her daughter, moving to embrace her gently. "My Amalia," she greets her with a smile. "What brings you here, my sweet?" Only briefly does she turn to regard the other, noting an air of nervousness in her posture but unwilling to ask who she is quite yet. |
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