Moving winds
06-07-2013, 08:01 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-07-2013, 08:01 PM by Epiphron.)
Waiting. It was all Epiphron Adravendi seemed to do these days. Minutes turned into hours, which slowly, painstakingly, faded into days. Her wedding was growing startling near, and she wondered how the event would go. She had become accustomed to acting as Valhalla's Alpha, but was slowly retreating and letting Chrysanthe take the reigns. What an incredible leader her sister would grow to be. With time, and practice. And what about herself? Soon she would find herself with a whole new slew of duties, of responsibilities and privileges alike. In an instant, she would grow suddenly above most of the wolves of Seracia. She could only hope they would accept her as one of them, and not rebel against her, or try to overthrow her. Truthfully, she wasn't sure if either of these things were possible, or even if she should expect them. So far, she had only met Maverick, Gerhardt, and Valkis -- and Maverick's brother had not exactly made a good impression on the woman. Slowly she wandered, mind bustling with activity. The thoughts came quickly, though dissipated nearly as soon as they arrived. As the wedding date drew nearer, she grew more confused and distraught, so unlike her usual self. So often she retreated, wandering through the areas of Valhalla's lands that were less traveled. Little did Epiphron know, but she was experiencing her heat for the first time -- making her crave Maverick even more, and grow irritated at the short span of time that separated them from one another.
The scent of blood lingered in the air as the ivory-pelted woman wandered across the plains. Not a lot, but it was enough to draw her attention. Epiphron's pace increased, wanting to make sure it wasn't an injured or otherwise unwell member. Before long, Valhalla's newest member, Natsu, came into view. |
