you're ready to go (Fiori)
02-13-2015, 07:11 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-13-2015, 07:23 AM by Epiphron.)
His stunned surprise was entertaining. Kassander clearly knew little about her, for if he had known more perhaps he wouldn't have been so surprised to see her here. Power was something that had always drawn her in, though this time her leadership of Fiori was for the safety and well-being of her children, rather than the allure and prestige that owning a pack inherently bought. The slight smile she wore was playful, teeming with amusement as they began to walk together, her gaze cast to the side as she studied him. Perhaps an ally wouldn't be an awful thing to have, she thought silently to herself as he stuttered over his words.
Quickly he seemed to regain his footing, his words becoming more audible as his voice grew stronger and more clear. Epiphron had never doubted Kassander had a backbone and yet she'd never seen evidence of his courage until now, as he spoke to her with audible fervor and passion, though the hesitation still lingered as he explained his purpose to her. He wanted Ebony to be a pack that could delivery justice, to protect the weak and oppressed and to generally just be good.
His idealism was endearing, and yet she herself was stunned into silence for a moment as she led him through the mangroves. The earth was moist beneath their paws and she moved with ease between the tall mangrove trees, already deeply accustomed to the terrain that she had chosen to remain in.
If it was anyone else, she would've laughed at his naivety -- but instead she would consider his words for a long moment before thinking about how to respond. "There is no such thing as true justice," she would add conversationally, her voice -- normally sweet and airy -- suddenly serious and a bit bitter. Nobody had delivered justice for the murder of her brother, nor for her sister's blinding; there was nothing that could undo the wrongs that had been to her and her family. There was only revenge. She'd enacted her own personal forms of revenge when confronted with Maverick's betrayal and with Azalea's disloyalty. But justice? Slowly she shook her head. The world was unfair, and she found it difficult to picture anything that so much as resembled true justice. "Justice is merely revenge in disguise, Kassander. Though I will say, it is honorable of you to wish to protect those who cannot protect themselves." A brow would raise as she turned her head to watch him again.
His true point, though, was that he wanted to form alliances with the other packs. Wanting to enact justice would certainly make them a target, depending on how willing Kassander was to delve into the business of other packs; and though she wasn't eager to make her own pack a direct target, a peace treaty would certainly not harm anything. "I'd be happy to affiliate with Ebony," the ivory-furred woman offered after a moment of careful reflection. "Though I'll be just as willing to disavow this alliance if Ebony puts Fiori into danger. Most of the pack is my family, my children and grandchildren, and the last thing I want is for them to mixed up in some sort of trouble." Her words were not of warning, but of simple honestly. "Though I'll assist you whenever possible, if you'll do the same."
Quickly he seemed to regain his footing, his words becoming more audible as his voice grew stronger and more clear. Epiphron had never doubted Kassander had a backbone and yet she'd never seen evidence of his courage until now, as he spoke to her with audible fervor and passion, though the hesitation still lingered as he explained his purpose to her. He wanted Ebony to be a pack that could delivery justice, to protect the weak and oppressed and to generally just be good.
His idealism was endearing, and yet she herself was stunned into silence for a moment as she led him through the mangroves. The earth was moist beneath their paws and she moved with ease between the tall mangrove trees, already deeply accustomed to the terrain that she had chosen to remain in.
If it was anyone else, she would've laughed at his naivety -- but instead she would consider his words for a long moment before thinking about how to respond. "There is no such thing as true justice," she would add conversationally, her voice -- normally sweet and airy -- suddenly serious and a bit bitter. Nobody had delivered justice for the murder of her brother, nor for her sister's blinding; there was nothing that could undo the wrongs that had been to her and her family. There was only revenge. She'd enacted her own personal forms of revenge when confronted with Maverick's betrayal and with Azalea's disloyalty. But justice? Slowly she shook her head. The world was unfair, and she found it difficult to picture anything that so much as resembled true justice. "Justice is merely revenge in disguise, Kassander. Though I will say, it is honorable of you to wish to protect those who cannot protect themselves." A brow would raise as she turned her head to watch him again.
His true point, though, was that he wanted to form alliances with the other packs. Wanting to enact justice would certainly make them a target, depending on how willing Kassander was to delve into the business of other packs; and though she wasn't eager to make her own pack a direct target, a peace treaty would certainly not harm anything. "I'd be happy to affiliate with Ebony," the ivory-furred woman offered after a moment of careful reflection. "Though I'll be just as willing to disavow this alliance if Ebony puts Fiori into danger. Most of the pack is my family, my children and grandchildren, and the last thing I want is for them to mixed up in some sort of trouble." Her words were not of warning, but of simple honestly. "Though I'll assist you whenever possible, if you'll do the same."