Black and Gold
Guinevere |
A call by the Alpha sent the young girl to all four paws- padding across the earth to find the large woman who would summon every other member. A sigh would part the rosy lips. Moments ago Guinevere only just snuck out from her mothers side to go fishing, but now curiosity reels her in towards this voice. The shadows would keep her hidden, the bright golden orbs flashing into opening light. Lifting the crown up high The youth would walk towards the gathering- lost. Her eyes would scan the area before settling upon the queen, a grin would carve upon the face as Guinevere would race forward. " Chrysanthe! How're you? Long time no see!" The out going, bubbly personality would radiate- the ivory girl did not know what was happening or how serious the event even was and with that she'd simple sit back, a grin lightening up upon the face as she listens. The small, earthly brown ears would slowly perk up and within seconds the right paw would shoot up. " me... Me! let me do something totally awesome!" A laugh would part the lips as the tail would thump against the floor, what would she get, would it be exciting. Then Guinevere realised- her father was here and Soleil must be freaking out. The youth would begin to fidget and twirl around in circles before finally settling back down. |
Rayne |
Sorrow clouded her features. Gideon had been captured and taken prisoner to Glaciem. However, the pale woman was certain tat his freedom would be quickly returned at the hands of Valhalla. Soon after explaining what had taken place on the battlefield her Alpha moved to assigning ranks. Everyone would be pleased. War was nearly certain to come and she knew tha Erani and the other healers would be preparing for it. Rayne.[/p] Audits stood at attention atop her crown. [i]Theta. For a moment she sat frozen, looking dumbfounded. Had she really just been promoted to Theta beside Erani? "Thank you so much, Chrysanthe!" A smile lit up her face at the unexpected but pleasant surprise. She continued to listen. She would have stock up on a few things but she was certain she had everything she would need. Pleasure still course through her veins. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined herself being promoted to Theta. Collecting herself, the woman waited for the pack to speak, to voice their opinions and thoughts, sobering at the thought of impending war. |
Late. Late. Late. Soleil sprinted across Valhalla, rushing to make the meeting in time. Surely she was missing it. Chrysanthe and her party had returned. Azalea had returned. It had been her intention to be ready for them to arrive but had gotten caught up in her work. Azalea was back. That thought made her heart leap, her daughter had not gone to fight but the idea of her daughter going to that blood riddled field at all made her sick with worry. Solaine and Guinevere were off exploring, now permitted to go out alone. The petite wolf had set about fixing up herb store and taking mental account of what she did and didn't have. Winter was fast approaching and she would need to be ready. When she arrived to the meeting she spoke not a word, instead looking to Chrysanthe was all the apology she needed, her face contorted into a sorry look. She truly hadn't intended to be late. She was struck, however, stopped in her tracks by the bloody wounds on her leader's face. So it had been a vicious battle after all. Eyes quickly took in her daughter, who looked very much not herself as she sat looking blankly over the ranks. And Gideon... Gideon wasn't even there. Liberty was however, and for that Soleil was grateful. But where was there king? Chrysanthe had announced her mate and had taken him with her... now he didn't even sit at her side. Worried eyes then jumped to her husband who was suddenly speaking. He wanted to fight. So it wasn't over. A sick dread tightened her stomach and she moved to sit beside her mate, hugging close to his side for comfort. There were few things healers hated more than bloodshed and it seemed like soon she would be dealing with more blood than she cared for. |
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Walk | Talk | Think
No sign of Leon. As much as she tried not to let it bother her, the Adravendi male's absence did. He had promised when he had returned to stay for good this time, no more wanderings so that he could remain close. And though Ashtoreth had had no intention of holding him to it - friendship was hardly a reason to try confining someone to a specific location - somehow she still expected it. Later, she told herself, she would find him, as much trouble as that would bring her emotionally, and at the very least she would inform him of what he had missed, if not everything else that had been troubling her as of late too.
A handful more wolves arrived, and Chrysanthe began the proceedings. Ashtoreth's gaze remained attentive to their leader as she announced the success of Liberty's defense out in the Battlefield, though attested to losing Gideon in the same breath. She could only blink at the surprise of the admission. The other alpha - the one who had barely been here half a year perhaps - was gone? She had not been able to get to know the male on any level, only seeing of him what she had at their previous pack meeting, but his rank alone earned respect and the decent disappointment with his loss. Though she truthfully wanted no part in it, she hoped that Chrysanthe and the other higher ups might be able to bring him back.
Dreaded news was announced next. War. It was a possibility at this point - though Chrys seemed rather sure of their source - but even that was enough to cause the grey hunter's stomach to squirm. She was a poor fighter at best, prone to flight instead of fight, and would be of no use to her superiors if it came to battle. Her ears fell against her head slightly as she attempted not to shuffle in place nervously, casting a swift glance around again. Still no sign of Leon. She would need to mention this to him too, and if see if there might be any advice he could give her.
Names were called and ranks were given, and the sound of the word "sigma" had her ears perking curiously. Hunters? Sure enough, four new additions to the hunting ranks - her best confidant Meili included - and the uneasiness in her stomach subsided with an approving smile. This was wonderful! She had been hoping to get more recruits on her own, to pose a hunt for those who wished to show off their skills for consideration, but considering the circumstances the little nudge given by Chrysanthe had advanced the process considerably. That was okay though. Already the Psi was planning where she might test their skill, what they might be able to find and bring back for the newly appointed warriors once their training began. It was just the sort of thing she had needed to take her mind off of the pack's troubles.
A note to the healer's was given - along with another promotion to them - and things were beginning to dwindle down. Others who had not been appointed positions volunteered, speaking up to gain Chrysanthe's ear for their proposals. Having nothing to say herself, Ashtoreth remained silent, still smiling with a wag of her tail over the lucky new additions she had to her section of the ranks. While she continued to listen, though rather absently, she proceeded to make a quick run down of the territory and those beyond, brainstorming the best locations to scout and where she might call the sigmas together for a hunt.