taste me, drink my soul, show me all the things i shouldn't know
The stance of the other is easily read, the older wolf acting as Large White does, warding her off as she stumbles too close and indeed, for now, Riven will allow this, will accept the older wolfs right to lead even if her body smells of blood and wound. Riven’s own ears lower back slightly, the gangly yearling remaining neutral and yet sliding more towards submissiveness, balanced delicately between the two, pausing a moment, assuring herself the female finds this acceptable before she shifts forwards once more. She ignored the offered words, for her own request is not to be questioned, the older one already within the grasp of the game the girl of snow and smoke and shadow plays. She does not submit entirely, no, unless utterly forced she will not, she is born of dominant blood, Alpha after Alpha within her veins. Jaidah, Apollymi, Demetri, Bahamut, Weylin and Tobias all combined with Flares heated determination. She is born to dominate, yet for now she will let it slide- for she is smarter, she understands what must be done. It is a game and they are already playing. She does not ask for the name of the other, she does not care. She has no name, she was never given one, has assigned to herself a calling for those whom ask yet it is not truly her name, no, no, it is a word, a word she likes the sound of, a word she has learned, one that means she and that is it, nothing more, nothing less. Names are meaningless and forgettable.
She moves to follow the dark and grey girl, long limbs easily carrying her to walk at the right hip of the older female, the palce she walks when she is in the company of Large White. Always, always Large Black is first, Large White at his shoulder, as is her place as his mate. Riven walks next, back at Large Whites his, for Large White is above her and last of all is Brother. Small Black- the weakest. Red tinged frame wanders in this position, held close beside the other, yet not so close as to touch her, for this is ill-permitted in Riven’s mind. She does not desire touch, touch is for winter and the hunt, touch is reserved for mate and no else and Riven has not yet partnered another, not yet chosen a male to be her own and father pups upon her. She is too young, much too young is Riven and her body does not drive these instincts as of yet. For now, only curiosity calls as her eyes slide forward at the sound of rushing water. Bloodied eyes lift to that of her company, seeking her leadership now, waiting for the older wolf whom has declared dominance to fulfil her declared position and travel ahead, leaving Riven to follow on behind as they press deeply within the cavern that grows darker and darker still until only heated breath and beating heart can be heard.
Yet Riven does not fear. She does not know fear. Fear is her Mother and Nightmare her sire, such things breed assurance within the blood and so onward Riven goes, pressing the other further within should she falter until it is they stand atop an edge of sorts. The edge is made of crumbling stone that creaks beneath the weight of the other as Riven pauses back from it now, head lifted, neck craning to see the drop below that plunges deeply down to the pool of dark water at the bottom, the grey and black female standing now upon the edge of crumbling stone ahead of her. The edge is narrow, pointed, held upright by already fragmented stone, those bloodied red eyes aware of this as shale and rock tumbles and plunges down into the depths below where jagged and pointed stones rise up to impale what falls. Another path lead downward, down into the bowels of the cave and to the pool below, yet one stumble or trip down this path would surely see death in itself, instinct warring within the child. She is curious, she desires to climb down to the pool. She desires the other to come with her and yet……she desires many things- does Riven.
Another smile touches her lips, that ghostly child draped in shades and touches of russet, her tail waving in a playful manner as she stands abruptly and walks forward, her added weight atop this ledge causing it to groan and crumble and the earth beneath begins to give way. Her body bows down in a manner so very playful, so innocent seeming as she rears up like any child before slamming her paws back against the crumbling surface the old females stands upon- the ledge rapidly beginning to give way as those blood red eyes gleam and she presses further forward. So playful she seems, so innocent, so child-like and yet already she seeks to collapse the ledge the older wolf stands upon, send her plunging down into the dark water below, to kill her with the fall or perhaps impale her on the pointed stone and allow Riven a….kebab of sorts to be enjoyed at her leisure once she makes the climb down the rocky path to the pool. Another grin touches her lips, tail waving still as she presses her weight down a final time, the ledge snapping now, shale and stone giving way in a rush as Riven leaps back to safer ground, hoping indeed that the other has not had time to make the large leap back to safety, that she will be caught in the fragmented and falling earth and plunged to her doom.
Yet if she somehow survives….Riven has done nothing wrong, she did naught but try to play like any child would- and yet in the darkness The Shadowed Ghost simply grins.
RIVEN
1 Year || Mate to None || Imprint of None || Tobias x Flare |