I am your darkness, I am your desire, I am your nightmare wrapped up in fire
She comes to the clearing in the woods this day, drawn by the scent of the other. Sunset Wolf comes often to this place and such in the possessive mind of Riven that she seeks to appear nearly each time in search of the companionship of the other young female. She does only as instinct demands, is drawn to others of her age and gender, the familiarity of Sunset Wolf drawing her from the shadows each time to wander beside her, to lead her, to command of her as nature intends. She is dominant by blood, will lead if another will not and Sunset Wolf will not lead, thus she is subject to Riven’s control, the young wolfess oblivious to the ideas of Phaedra mind. She is no Angel, understands not the word remains immune to the ideologies of another. Understand only that Phaedra is a companion, a belonging- to be tolerated when Riven should feel inclined to do so and sent away when she does not. This day however- another comes and within the shadows Riven remains. The female of white and black and red lingers within the dark confines of her surroundings, watching with bloodied eyes as another lingers with Sunset Wolf, another whom carries the scent of the Diveen Pack and of Sunset Wolf herself and yet she is unknown and as such, Riven is wary.
Her muzzle lifts to taste of the air as she lingers within the darkness of the trees, bloodied eyes gleaming within the darkness as Sunset Wolf and the one unknown come to sit within the clearing, words flowing from their lips and yet they hold no meaning, are not understood, head tilted in an effort to understand tis language they offer and yet it is to their forms she looks, seeking to read what is unspoken as is her way. She was raised as others are not, taught in tongues of old and ways of nature and instinct and as such her eyes fall once more upon Sunset Wolf. She is….dominant to the other, in this Riven is sure. Older then wolf of Golden Crown and it is to Sunset Wolf the younger one seeks. Yes. Sunset Wolf has brought this other to her, in this Riven is sure, she has brought another, a meal….a meal to be shared perhaps, for the other is young and weak and made of tender flesh. She is healthy though, this Riven knows, her form smells of rich blood and clean skin. She is not weak. Riven does not eat the healthy, the strong, no. She is not yet old enough to demand the lives of those as Large Black and Large White are. Until she is full grown she must take only what nature will allow and nature allows only weakened young wolf flesh, her 2 year old form, though powerful- is young, un-grown, untested and though Golden Crown is small…..she does not reek of oncoming death. Perhaps……Perhaps she is not a meal.
A growl of curiosity seeps from her lips as she rises to stride forward, red eyes aglow within the gloom before trees and scrub part to reveal her tall, young and yet muscular feminine form, limbs of black carrying forth her form of blood and snow as she moves to approach the pair with head and tail raised. Unless made to believe otherwise, she is assured of her role. She is above Sunset Wolf and of Sunset Wolf is above Golden Crown, then Riven too, is above her, red eyes slicing towards the youngest wolfess as she reaches forward to sniff at Calliel, judging her, assessing her- before eyes once more fall to her chosen companion.
“Is…for Riven?”
She wishes to know indeed if Golden Crown has been brought for her, a gift perhaps, from her….friend. Sunset Wolf is not a meal, this Riven has decided. She is…diseased of the mind and as such she is not made for eating, at least, not yet. Of her siblings she is so far unsure, curious indeed of the white wolfess as she stands before them both in these moments, the scent of Glorall upon her form, for indeed, it is within the land of salt and sea that she has sought to make her home- for as long as her hunger can remain in check. She reaches forward in this moment, jaws parting in an ac of dominant affection to grip the jaws of Sunset Wolf in her own, a greeting of sorts before she steps back once more, heckles lifting slightly as her bloodied eyes return to Golden Crown- awaiting her answer.
RIVEN
2 Years || Mate to None || Imprint of None || Tobias x Flare |