Death Of An Assassin
06-04-2013, 08:35 PM
Curiosity. It was such a wonderful thing. It had led her to many places, meeting a few new faces along the way, some enjoyable, others not so much. However she wasn't fond of her current location. Muck slung to her dark pelt, matting it together. Muzzle wrinkled in distaste. Why was she even here? She had no idea wht had brought her to such a god awful place. Each step was slow, precise, paws sinking in under her weight. Winter had taken hold, hadn't it? She couldn't afford getting sick. It couldn't happen. Her thoughts where interrupted by the distant sound of voices. Ears pushing forward, she strained to listen. Traitor. Die. Kaien. Intrigued, she pushed forward. The journey was slow, but thankfully she close. Emerald eyes settled on the multitude of wolves. All white. Morphine and Nnoitra she recognized. But the other two, a she-wolf and an ivory brute she did not know. She slunk forward, muscles tensing at the hostility. She had no idea if Nnoitra would know her, but she hoped she could be of some use. It would be tragic if the Alpha of her pack should die defending another. Her chin tucked defensively as she got closer to Nnoitra's side as she could, which still left her a few feet away to avoid being consumed by the swamp. There was that odd bird again, he seemed to get around. Moving on, she assessed that Morphine, her ex-Queen, seemed to be the threat here. But why? It probably wasn't the best thing for her to do, to but into some fight that she had nothing to do with, but she was still young, naive, wanting to prove herself. For the moment she remained silent, simply an observer, that is until someone decided to attack. The young she-wolf was aware of the Alpha's growing age, and being up against younger wolves put him at a disadvantage, what she wrong? She didn't think so. But the only fighting skills she had was what she learned from wrestling with her brothers. Would she be able to hold her own in a fight for survive? Speech, |