these people keep to themselves,
Winter, bah, no thanks! If she'd ever had a reason to lock herself in the pack, this was it. She didn't like the girls and their stupid battering lashes and she did not like the boys and the disgusting way in which they sniffed about. She'd dealt with it once before and not again - she didn't have to, after all. She had Glorall to hide in and hide she did; legs in the air, sprawled out in the sand with her belly exposed to the dim sunlight. Yes, she was sun bathing and no, she had no plans of getting up any time soon. Alana was probably doing whatever Alana's did in their spare time and the others? Meh, not so important. Probably batting their stupid eyes at that Pan boy and sniffing about like teenagers. Well, she didn't have plans but that didn't mean others didn't for apparently Glorall truly had a new King - Kings? Eh, either way. Rumors and gossips were fascinating but this one held some truth at least.
At least it wasn't one of the Angels or whatever - they were, literally, everywhere.
With perhaps the loudest sighs she'd ever performed, she rolled belly up, hardly bothering to shake the sand from her pelt as she stretched her legs out. This time she had been planning on killing some time as to avoid the awkward 'first there' dilemma that had befallen her the day Weylin had come back from battle covered in blood and whatnot. She was impatient though and there's only so long you can stretch your legs before you roll your eyes at your own foolishness and head off. To the new King - Kings? Whatever!
It didn't take her long to find him for apparently he was capable enough of finding the center most point of the pack and there he was - small, black as sin and staring out over the land atop a god awful big rock. Had anybody ever told him that he simply looked like a miniature Tobias? She smirked in amusement as she trotted over, taking a seat some feet from the stone and staring up at him with that same bemused expression. If he looked like Tobias, she wondered if he had the same bite as he - probably not. Still, amusing.
"That's a nice rock. Who'd you have to push off to get it?"
It had been a sincere question laced in her typical, well, not-so-nice fashion. Honestly, she was curious! He had no marks on him whatsoever but surely there had been somebody standing in the way of just... taking the pack. Still, she eventually obliged to the typical customs - sit, make sure you look somewhat submissive and try to be a good example of the pack.
"d'Mani, former Thief beneath Weylin and whatnot. Welcome to Glorall, newly crowned King."
She.. tried, at least. With a single sweeping gaze, she again realised that she was - goddamit - the first one to arrive. Honestly, was this her true curse? To be unfashionably early forevermore?
all living in their own hell |
