Met upon the stars
07-16-2015, 07:30 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-16-2015, 08:06 AM by Tealah.)
She listened silently, emotionless and expressionless, allowing Arian her moment in the spotlight. Why not? The girl clearly wanted it with her speeches and her politics and Katja did not. Arian would not coddle her children, Arian had been captured and enslaved, Arian believed that she was different now. Hmph. Auora had been captured when they were young by nordmann raiders. She had come out the stronger for it. But most of Katja's experience as a maurader and a mercenary told her that the very opposite was generally more true. Auora had not been broken. A tree, once broken, did not grow back stronger than before. It weakened, withered, and died, attracting diseases and parasites that spread to weaken the rest of the grove. Finally Arian concluded her monologue with questions, and Katja stirred from her disciplined stillness. "Don't be a fool, Arian," she spoke coldly. "Of course I plan to attack you." It wasn't, after all, in her to dissemble and lie. She took the opportunity to seat herself, tail curled around paws that merely perched upon the earth as though ready to throw herself into movement once more. Surveying the crippled woman, she kept her irritation and disgust with the necessity of politics hidden beneath a cool facade. What had she ever done in her time here that would make this woman think she wanted to make friends? "There is not a single pack in these lands I do not consider, do not plan for. Your proximity to us changes nothing except to make it easier." She tsk'd in faint annoyance. "So yes, fortify your borders as they should have been already. It means little to me how prepared you think you are." She shrugged, the gesture strange cloaked in the appearance of frozen indifference. "I explained to you a long time ago that I have no interest in allies. Nothing has changed. If you wish more friendly neighbors perhaps you would find your niche somewhere more... southern. There are good hunting lands in the west lying vacant." Though her tone was dismissive, she made no move to leave, instead remaining with a steely gaze locked to Arian's. Now, more than ever before, were the metaphorical teeth bared, and Arian's reaction to the clear threat was... of interest. |
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