I am your darkness, I am your desire, I am your nightmare wrapped up in fire
She has been in Glorall a whole day now, been to see the gull eggs with Cersei. She likes Cersei. She is not weak and yet she is not strong, she is….an equal of sorts and yet one whom is accepting of Rivens position above her. For in all things there must be a leader and always the child of Sin and Nightmare will step forward for this role, to lead others to their doom or their victory as she feels is right. Cersei, she thinks, is not for eating, no, Riven should like to keep Cersei for herself, to be her….friend, yes, maybe…..maybe later she will be for eating, but not for now. She has wandered from her company in these moments, the long legged yearling of smoke and shadow, flares of russet breaking like embers from her shadowed pelt as ghostly white form continues onward and into the growing darkness of night. She knows little of packs and boundaries, wanders so fearlessly amongst the pack on young limbs- for such a child does not know fear. How can she? Her parents are the most feared of all, others tremble before them, yet she does not, she is of them, born from them and seeks only to please them in this. Yet instinct drive her forward, seeking the company of others, seeking pack, for such is the way of wolf. She is young still, very young and has no yet learned to be as Large White and Large Black. She is not assured of her strength, she has not mate to guard her when she sleeps and no longer will her parents cater to her. She needs pack and to Glorall she has come, drawn by the sounds of water and the touch of sand.
Her snowy white muzzle is lifted readily to the sky, sniffing at the wind, tasting of it, for indeed her senses are sharp. She is not a child raised of pack, she understands the manner in which one must survive, she does not rely on others for what she seeks, no. Riven is independent. She seeks the protection of pack, the comfort of others yet desires only this. She is capable, surprisingly so for a child so young and yet her parents have shown to her the truth of this world. All are prey, all are food….but not yet, not until she is large and powerful enough to demand it be so. For now she must wait. She wanders still, bloodied red eyes aglow within the darkness of her blackened face, the girl wandering deeper into the pack, past the dens of sleeping wolves until her paws are given to pause before a bleached white bone, the remains of someone’s meal from long ago, her muzzle lowered to inspect it before one paw is slammed atop it- sending the bone tumbling into the air as Riven leaps after it, heavy paw thumping against the ground as her tail waves and body bows in play, tossing and leaping after it again and again. She is still a child in so many ways, her mind for now, distracted from its darker desires.
RIVEN
1 Year || Mate to None || Imprint of None || Tobias x Flare |