these people keep to themselves,
Seriously, what was up with Glorall? First, Sulan takes it before it was ripped out from beneath him by Weylin and then, lo and behold, Weylin had been taken by the very sea he had wished to conquer. It was a low blow from nature, that was for sure, but for the most part she remained relatively indifferent on the event. It had been unfortunate to see the pack thrown once more into a state of upheaval, the beach throne being fought over by Glorall members all the same, but she'd already made a promise to herself not to leave the beach ever again. It was her personal sanctuary and no matter who ruled over it, she'd remain an ever present entity of the sea - she had salt in her veins and she'd return even if she pushed herself away.
With no King and not even a Queen to keep the pack in line, d'Mani had taken it upon herself to stray from the majority of the members - they grieved and complained and she'd never been too good at dealing with either. Perhaps, she figured, they would learn from their mistake and refrain from getting too attached and too close to another next time. There was nothing to do other than to further explore the lands and spend her time avoiding the scents she knew, but she had found something of interest (finally) and without the others, she thought it would be best she take to the task. There was another, a female, whose scent radiated from the borders of the land and d'Mani had been intrigued - had another fighter come forth for the crown? Or did news travel within Moladion much slower than she thought? With bouncing strides, she moved along the border towards the scent, her eyes fast finding the dark, svelte figure - she raised a brow as she noted the submissive posture, a low chuckle thrumming within her chest.
"Feel free to rise," she called out from a distance, announcing her presence as she broke through tree line, "isn't a King to bow to here, stranger."
She came to a halt some feet from the girl, flashing her a brief half smile before appraising her briefly - man, small wolves really did like the scenery of Glorall or so it seemed. Certainly not a would-be Queen or so d'Mani figured and if she were, well, it'd be interesting to a see a Queen so willing to submit to her subordinates.
"Got a name and a reason? I guess that's what I should ask you, right?"
all living in their own hell |
