My ears flicker as another female wolf enters the clearing. This one looks straight at Queens and says that she wants to join. Something about her seems fragile, almost too whimsical to fit in here but who knows, maybe she has a twisted side as well. I can only hope cause it's the only thing that will keep her alive in Malignant.
The next thing that has me turning my head is the scent of blood. Nostrils wrinkle up as bright golden eyes take in the ivory female now entering the clearing. She seems a bit disoriented though I bet that gash on her ribcage has something to do with it. I arch a brow but say nothing. She made it here and that gives her points I guess. Her name is Llorana. I should know since I'm the one who greeted her at the border. I use greet loosely of course.
I watch as she approaches Queens, dropping down to show her throat and ask forgiveness. My respect for her goes up a little. She deserves it for that show. She then looks over my way and gives a tip of her muzzle. I return the gesture, twisting one corner of my lips up into a smirk. I watch as she then gets to her paws before going over to Niko, Queens' son. He's becoming quite the magnet if I do say so myself. That should amuse Queens.
Suddenly another wolf appears. Is the forest just full of females today? Golden eyes roam over the snowy female who steps into the clearing without further ado and calls herself Angel. I wouldn't mind her words so much if she didn't lift her head proudly as if acting superior gets her anything here. A warning growl drips from under obsidian lips as I watch her, though already knowing that Queens will take care of it.
Another disturbance has me looking over as Scarface approaches one of the newer females, a younger girl who calls herself Kohaku. She smells familiar, actually almost like Scarface himself though I haven't tried to make the connections. Even so, I arch a brow with interest as he lunges at his son Fenrir and approaches her, stopping to ask why he shouldn't disembowel her. This time my lips curl back, showing off my razor sharp fangs as a snarl rips from my chest. If that's not reason enough for him, I don't know what is.
A lone ear flickers as another wolf jumps in, though this time to simmer things down a bit. I recognize his scent as that of Arcadian and Queens so I lower my lips, knowing that this must be one of her brood. I prick my ears to listen to his little speech to Scarface, nodding at the logical sense in it. At least I might have some help keeping order at the meetings now. If he looks my way, I nod my head, showing that he has earned some respect with his act. Then I turn my head to more important matters like the meeting.
My ear flickers as a familiar tone starts speaking, that of my queen. I look her way, bright golden eyes taking in her sexy form as she welcomes all the wolves who wish to join. I note the look she gives Scarface and my smirk only pulls tighter. Her eyes keep roaming and then I note when they soften. Ears flickering uncertainly, I follow her stare only to find them piercing a snowy touched male. Ah, Arcadian. I'd almost forgotten he was here. He's been so quiet.
I watch as she moves over to him, circling him before speaking again, telling everyone to welcome him and Kazier to the ranks. Then she mentions Sidorio though I catch a bit of disappointment in her voice. Perhaps she wanted him to be here too. I listen to the rest of her speech, my ears fully pricked at attention by the time she mentions a hunt. My tail arches over my back, eyes seeming to glisten with anticipation. I'll always be ready for a kill.
I can tell she's trying to get Arcadian revved up and I wish them all the best of luck, my mind already on the hunt and what's to come.
I glance over to see Kahaku moving over to Fenrir, giving Kazier a sweet smile on the way but I just roll my eyes and focus again on Queens, waiting for the hunt to begin. Guess all her boys must have the charm.
I glance minutely over the crowd, noticing one of the new wolves shouldering herself to the back and looking down at the ground as if lost. She was the whimsical one. I shake my head slowly, hoping she's got more backbone than she's presently showing or else she'll never fit in here.
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