Deliver Us From Evil
04-07-2013, 09:59 AM
She waited for the other to respond, watching her, azure eyes idly gazing at the other yearling's face. Chrysanthe didn't see the other's scars as unfortunate, but wondered just where they came from - surely, each had a story. And the tales couldn't all be glorious battles either - some looked personal, downright nasty. Yet she couldn't ask about the dark lupine's battle wounds, not first thing.
A part of her worried that her brother on the other hand, wouldn't be so polite as to continuously hold his tongue.
Syrinx appeared moments before the girl could tell her what she wanted, and she reacted to her brother immediately. A subtle greeting would be offered to her brother, a pull in her lips and the gentle sway of her tail - and then her attention was on the female once more as she began to speak. Apparently her scars were not recently earned - but phantom pains - that was not something that the yearling herself had seen or heard of herself.
Acceptance. That was what this girl was here for - and Chrysanthe was a bit surprised. With this many scars so soon, would she be trouble to Valhalla? "I can give you what you want, miss. But I need to know a few things first." If she was going to let her join this pack, what she really wanted to know was whether or not she would abandon Valhalla. She was tired of inviting others into her home, and having them turn away or disappear or worse. "You're young, but so are we." And Valhalla was practically theirs. They were being trained, adults in mind and body, but room to grow through experiences alone. "What are your skills? What can you bring to this pack?" If she didn't have any - then she could be trained - but Chrys had the sneaking suspicion that she was quite the warriess.
"And are you a temporary member? Or do you plan on this becoming a permanent obligation?" Chrysanthe didn't immediately expect this stranger's loyalty and trust - but she wanted her to stick around long enough to understand the group she was willing to become a part of - and tell them if it's not for her should the time come. "We don't take well to coming and going in terms of loyalty. But should you respect us, and the rules here, then we will do the same for you, miss."
A part of her worried that her brother on the other hand, wouldn't be so polite as to continuously hold his tongue.
Syrinx appeared moments before the girl could tell her what she wanted, and she reacted to her brother immediately. A subtle greeting would be offered to her brother, a pull in her lips and the gentle sway of her tail - and then her attention was on the female once more as she began to speak. Apparently her scars were not recently earned - but phantom pains - that was not something that the yearling herself had seen or heard of herself.
Acceptance. That was what this girl was here for - and Chrysanthe was a bit surprised. With this many scars so soon, would she be trouble to Valhalla? "I can give you what you want, miss. But I need to know a few things first." If she was going to let her join this pack, what she really wanted to know was whether or not she would abandon Valhalla. She was tired of inviting others into her home, and having them turn away or disappear or worse. "You're young, but so are we." And Valhalla was practically theirs. They were being trained, adults in mind and body, but room to grow through experiences alone. "What are your skills? What can you bring to this pack?" If she didn't have any - then she could be trained - but Chrys had the sneaking suspicion that she was quite the warriess.
"And are you a temporary member? Or do you plan on this becoming a permanent obligation?" Chrysanthe didn't immediately expect this stranger's loyalty and trust - but she wanted her to stick around long enough to understand the group she was willing to become a part of - and tell them if it's not for her should the time come. "We don't take well to coming and going in terms of loyalty. But should you respect us, and the rules here, then we will do the same for you, miss."