these people keep to themselves,
So, this is the place Apache had seen fitting - well, Apache's leader or whoever he was. Sulan - yes, she remembered his name but she'd never really met him. Well, in truth, she'd just pledged her loyalty for the prospects of food and bedding; a little work here and there probably wouldn't hurt. Power had always been... tempting, political power at that. Eh, whatever, she'd have a look at that side of pack life once she got used to the idea of one, being in a pack, and two, having to be polite to others. The pack land itself was relatively impressive - an island and all that or so they said, but she had noticed the almost beach-like shoreline. It struck a chord in her heart but she remained silent on the matter as she stalked after Sulan. The beach would be hers, yes, she would revel in its familiarity and glory alone once the pack had gone its separate ways. Would many stay?
She glided behind him, her petite frame coming to halt some distance while he settled into his chosen spot. She would watch for some moments, her broad ears cupped forward to catch the words of the others that were sure to come; the first had been a small boy, gold of colour who instantly took it upon himself to begin discussing names and locations. Another came, a female this time, and d'Mani's brows slid up in curiosity, lips pulled into an almost smug smirk - watching the young girl bounce about the golden child was.. entertaining to say the least. So who did she have? Pan, Everchime and the tall, limber form of a male called Seven. Another stood some distance away opposite to d'Mani, a large female of grey hue who seemed neither angry nor impressed by Sulan; instead, she remained in silence, piking the small girl's curiosity as she finally moved forward in a short, bouncing step. She moved by Sulan, giving him a passing glance before pivoting to sit with the others (though keeping a safe distance, she was not so good at playing pals).
Lowering to her haunches, her fox-like tail curled over her dainty paws, eyes focused in on Sulan for some moments before she turned to give the others a brief, silent nod of acknowledgement. For the time being, she'd keep herself restrained from the urge to pester them all with questions and observations. For example; did the boy know he was named after a number? Surely he must have heard it every single day with that golden boy about. And did they all suffer from the obvious tension between the dappled female, Everchime, and that very same golden boy? Oh, he must have been the popular one of the youth. She giggled girlishly to herself at the amusement of her own thoughts before meeting Sulan's gaze levelly, a brow raised expectantly.
"d'Mani," she called, motioning to herself with her muzzle before settling into herself even further - the epitome of comfort, she would have you believe, "I come with Apache, wherever that damn boy is. Either way, give me a job and I'll get it done - I don't want to be around when the flood comes."
all living in their own hell |
