Everything Ends (Ebony Meeting)
Nyx has requested that this fight be defaulted in favor of Sindri. Kapra must give up by either fleeing, passing out, giving up etc. Sindri is free to complete her maim.
He had been through a lot in his relatively short life. However, it seemed like life had decided that he was never going to be allowed to settle into one place for too long. Just as he was beginning to grow comfortable here it was being flipped upside down again. He was grateful that Aisling had come to sit beside him before Kassander began to speak. At least he had a friend with him, the first friend he had made in quite some time if he was going to be completely honest.
He listened to what Kassander had to say with dread. Sigmarr was dead? He remembered the boy well, thinking back to the spar they had shared a while back. His heart sank at the news, but his sadness over this new information was pushed aside by shock when he heard that Kassander would be stepping down and some woman he had never heard of would be taking his place. He had come to Ebony after Kassander took the rule of Ebony so he had never been under Katja's rule.
He already wasn't too keen on living under the rule of anyone than the Xanilovs, but something didn't quite sit right with him about her. Besides that, she called in some of her own followers who came into the pack that had been his and his pack mates like they owned it. His pale tan gaze narrowed and the fur bristled on his neck. He held his tongue and watched as some of Kassander's siblings spoke up instead. He was torn. Part of him wanted to stay to look after any of the Xanilovs that chose to stay, but another part of him, the stronger part it seemed, refused to stay. A fight broke out and he gave a shake of his head. "I'm not staying," he said loud enough that the new alpha could hear if she so wished.
He lowered his voice a bit and turned his gaze to Aisling, searching her expression for her reaction to it all. "Ais, if you don't want to stay you can come with me... We can find a new home." He really hoped she'd agree. He'd hate to lose his only friend and his home in one day. He rose and headed away from the meeting, giving farewell glances to his packmates. Perhaps one day the Xanilovs would rise again. If they did he would be there. Till then, he would focus on keeping Ais safe and figuring out what they would do next.
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Raising her voice, she moved forward a few steps and announced that she would not be staying either. "I wish to go with Nikolai. This pack is bound to be different from what I expected when I joined. I shall take my leave now." She said before turning around and following after Nikolai, quickly catching up to her friend.
-exit-
Walk | Talk | Think
"Not a very chipper bunch, are they?" the cat whispered for Callisto alone to hear, and though she was typically averse to anything the little creature spoke she had to admit there was some truth to it this time. Something was wrong, and everyone seemed to know it. Family gathered around their young king, practically smothering him with their concern and ignorance, and when she expected him to crumble he surprised her by leading them into their meeting properly.
Only nothing he said was good news. He had been taken away and his brother had perished to save him. While others looked on with varying degrees of distress and heartache, Callisto only frowned deeply. Having no such close connections with anyone herself, she had no means of understanding just what that type of loss felt like, nor did she ever really expect to. Sure, it was a disappointment, but in her eyes only because it seemed to throw everything out of sorts and compromise their stability.
Which was where the surprise lay. Kassander was stepping down, opening up the pack to its previous leader Katja, and as the woman was passed the metaphorical crown the healer finally noticed her among them. Admittedly it was something of a happy surprise for Callisto. Of all Ebony's leaders, Katja had been the one she had tolerated the most. But it quickly became obvious to her that this new pack - no longer Ebony but Yfir - held no resemblance to the one from which it stemmed.
She could feel the feline's golden eyes look up at her searchingly, but Callisto did not acknowledge it. Instead she listened, quietly and patiently, learning what she could and trying to judge whether she could continue to tolerate living here under new regulations. It was not Katja who gave her that answer but those who followed. Where the masked lady had picked up the cackling character Callisto would never know, but the fact everything broke into a fight right then, as his unsympathetic words ignited fires in the hearts of the departed's relatives, did not bode well with her.
A sourness rose up within her so strongly she could almost taste it. After everything she had been through her only wish had been for stability. And yet after returning to her home she had felt nothing of the sort until recently, only to have it all threatened again with a change in their leadership and those who would call the place home. Were things destined to continue changing like this? To keep throwing her for a loop every time she started to feel comfortable again?
Likely it was an effect of her hormonal state that amplified her unrest, but on that impulse she rose. She searched the faces of those that remained - a few had already taken their leave - but on none of them did she feel any sense of obligation. What really would she be leaving behind? Irritated more by her lonely revelation, she cast one sharp glance at the little black cat before setting off toward her den with the intention of combing through her plant stores for what she could not afford to leave behind.
-Exit Callisto-