Black and Gold
09-19-2013, 10:50 AM
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09-19-2013, 11:01 AM
She had been waiting anxiously for the return of those who had been at the battlefield, wanting to hear what had happened. Would everyone return, would some not, how badly injured were they? Not only that but she felt the very strong need to apologize to Chrysanthe, she didn't mean to put them in further danger by just being a spectator.
So when the call rang out she was already gone, not waiting for her father, just wanted to get to the woman as soon as possible. Paws carried her quickly over the Valhallan territory, mismatched orbs focused on the path ahead of her. Was the Alphess fine? She hoped so.
Within minutes the girl slowed to a walk as the woman came within sight, wounds bleeding on her face and body, it made Seraphine cringe a bit. "Miss Chrysanthe!" She called, voice a bit shaky as she stopped just a few feet away, her head level with her shoulders. "I'm so sorry for going when I shouldn't have, I just wanted to watch from a distance a little bit." Her eyes were wide, gulping. "I would like to make it up to you, to help in anyway I can. Please." Her voice was full of worry, sorry, and guilt, but also determination to fix her error. "Is everyone okay?"
She knew the mistake she had done and wanted to try fixing it by helping the woman out whichever way she possibly could. Chrysanthe wanted her to heal anyone injured, she would learn how to use herbs. Hunt, she would, become a warrior, she definitely would.
"normal.
talk.
think.
you"
09-19-2013, 11:05 AM
Walk | Talk | Think
Ashtoreth's attempts at losing herself within her duties was proving futile, though the cache of readily available meals was beginning to pile up more noticeably. It was mostly small game, things she had managed to catch on her own that were of a decent size to make a quick meal, but she had thrown herself so fully into her work that there was beginning to be plenty enough to go around. It made her feel good at any rate, productive even if her mind was still not wholly into what she did. At least now she felt herself fulfilling her job a little better than she had before.
She tried not to think about the fact that she was still somewhat distracted by her dearest and longest friend. Or the fact that his closer presence in her life was making it that much more difficult to ignore him. Unspoken feelings still ran through her but cowardice and fear made her bite her tongue. Later, she would tell herself, later I'll tell him. When the time is right. But no such time had yet presented itself and a knowing voice in the back of her head casually wondered if such a time ever would.
Small paws carried the petite grey wolf away from the cache of prey she had been collecting in the central den site of the pack, determinedly keeping her mind clear as she considered where she might search next, when Chrysanthe's call made her halt and turn to stare momentarily in the direction her voice had come from. Having been comfortable not getting too acquainted with the dealings of the pack's leaders - she was no diplomat and therefore of no help to them outside of her hunting skills - Asthoreth was mostly in the dark regarding the challenge and all the critical implications it meant for Valhalla as a whole. So blissfully naive and confident that her leader had done what she had intended when she had set off to defend poor Liberty against her challenger, the little grey wolf quickly set off to attend the meeting.
In what felt like no time at all, she was there upon their outskirts, tail wagging in friendly hello for any who might glance her way as she walked among those already gathered to take a seat somewhere in their midst. She smiled as her gold and purple eyes scanned those seated and waiting, quietly assuming Leon would show with time, but as she glanced toward her leader the happy expression faltered just a little. Whoa. Had the fighting gotten a little out of hand? The sight of the injuries to her Alpha's face made the slightest of uneasy turns within her stomach - a bit of her natural and worsened queasiness for battle and its effects returning - but trying not to bring attention to it she spared her leader a slightly nervous smile before lowering her head respectfully and sitting herself down to wait for the news to commence.