I listen intently to the femme’s story, letting her know I’m listening by twitching my audettes every once in a while. After she is done, I open my maw to let her know of a secret of mine, but I am cut short, thankfully, by Queens call for a pack meeting. I raise myself to my ashen pillars, afraid that if they fail me now, I will collapse to the ground and never get back up. With a flick of my tassel, I turn around, ambling towards the sound before I look back at the gal, who is still on the terra. “Eve, love…” I say quietly, loud enough for her to hear me over the ever-changing gales that blow up against me, giving me the look that I am somewhat of a spirit… as if I’m not entirely there at all. “I will be your guide to the pack meeting. Please, if you will…” I make yet another motion for her to follow in my footfalls. If she doesn’t come, well that’s her own fault… but I am definitely not showing up late for the first pack meeting I will be in Malignant for. So she can take it or leave it.
I taste the wind once we arrive closer to the area where Queens has called her gathering to. Most of the vargs here are indeed of male descent. Well that wasn’t a surprise. I would imagine that most of the wolves here will most likely be male. Afterall, what is a queen without her faithful knights? Subtly, I enter the arena, taking my seat far away from the other femme in sight, a liver-chestnut gal who looks like she will jump at anyone’s throat who dares to take a seat beside her. My frosty gray orbs scan the area, taking in everything there is to see… though I must admit… it’s not much. To my left, and looking hungrily at mi’lady, is a male with his offspring… at least, I think it is. Oh well, I don’t care much for bloodlines, so I quickly lose interest. The next attention span is not at all wasted. I drive my gaze towards an ivory-coated male, who has a faint smell of Queens all over his bodice. I ponder quietly at what that might mean, but as soon as I see the teen that has entered as well, I make a sudden link between the three. It is merely a guess, but I suppose I will never know the real answer unless I snoop around… and honestly… I don’t think I want to… it’s much too troublesome.
Queens howl has also attracted a guest, or so it would seem. Yet another viking had padded into the clearing just before we had arrived.. and I wasn’t at all impressed. In fact… he looked a little… scared. He didn’t even approach Queens, as the others had done.. but then again, why should she be judging on that? My light charcoal plumage flicks, slicing through the thick atmosphere with a single swipe—passing through the anxiety of waiting for others easily, like a knife through warm butter. I am not at all worried about what will become of me, but I offer up a graciously low bow to the mistress who greeted me at the borders. After I have been acknowledged, I will step quietly back into my place beside Eve, if she decides to arrive and stay by my side.
femme || adult || malignant felicity || loveless
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