Homecoming
01-29-2015, 08:39 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-29-2015, 08:40 AM by Epiphron.)
(Note: set before pack meeting, after Jupiter's death.)
Her choice had been permanently cemented as soon as Amalia had come to her, with her wife and children in tow, asking for a place to call home. Could she deny her eldest daughter and family a chance, when it she had exactly what they needed, right within her grasp? There would be no forgiving herself for turning them away, for denying them what they needed so desperately.
And so Ludicael would be hers. Soon she would call the wolves that remained, and hope her call reached the ears of family she had not seen some time. Perhaps it might find Erani, or even her sister... she wondered if the prisoners would attempt to flee, or if they might chose to stay here with her. Though she was no Jupiter, she was not a soft woman, and seeing an entire pack argue for their freedom would be irritating a best. The thought of none of them giving her a chance was a possibility, albeit an unpleasant one. But if these prisoners were as soft and as spineless as Jupiter led her to believe, what good would they do her, anyway?
Her mind wandered as she trailed the borders of her lands. Epiphron had grown mostly familiar with the mangrove, but the hot spring encompassed some of Ludicael's territory and she found herself scouting the borders aimlessly. For her family to be secure here, she needed to build and to recruit, but for now she needed time to think.
A call interrupted her hurried thoughts and her attention shifted abruptly to the source of the sound. The wind brought a gentle hint of the wolf's scent but it wasn't familiar to her. On further inspection, it reminded her just slightly of the Destruction wolves that hid amongst the mangrove trees. Her gait would quicken as she directed herself toward the border, spotting the male a good distance away, standing at the borders. His expression struck her as confused and so she drew closer to him, coming to greet him with a slow nod of her head. "My name is Epiphron Adravendi," is the only way she can think to greet herself. She is the ruler of Ludicael, but does she even want to keep the same name for a Kingdom that has never really been hers? Or should the name Ludicael go with Jupiter to her grave? Does she call herself a Queen? Silence follows as she considers, deciding finally to not tell him anything yet. "What is your purpose here?"
And so Ludicael would be hers. Soon she would call the wolves that remained, and hope her call reached the ears of family she had not seen some time. Perhaps it might find Erani, or even her sister... she wondered if the prisoners would attempt to flee, or if they might chose to stay here with her. Though she was no Jupiter, she was not a soft woman, and seeing an entire pack argue for their freedom would be irritating a best. The thought of none of them giving her a chance was a possibility, albeit an unpleasant one. But if these prisoners were as soft and as spineless as Jupiter led her to believe, what good would they do her, anyway?
Her mind wandered as she trailed the borders of her lands. Epiphron had grown mostly familiar with the mangrove, but the hot spring encompassed some of Ludicael's territory and she found herself scouting the borders aimlessly. For her family to be secure here, she needed to build and to recruit, but for now she needed time to think.
A call interrupted her hurried thoughts and her attention shifted abruptly to the source of the sound. The wind brought a gentle hint of the wolf's scent but it wasn't familiar to her. On further inspection, it reminded her just slightly of the Destruction wolves that hid amongst the mangrove trees. Her gait would quicken as she directed herself toward the border, spotting the male a good distance away, standing at the borders. His expression struck her as confused and so she drew closer to him, coming to greet him with a slow nod of her head. "My name is Epiphron Adravendi," is the only way she can think to greet herself. She is the ruler of Ludicael, but does she even want to keep the same name for a Kingdom that has never really been hers? Or should the name Ludicael go with Jupiter to her grave? Does she call herself a Queen? Silence follows as she considers, deciding finally to not tell him anything yet. "What is your purpose here?"