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Posted on September 12, 2014 at 01:24:33 AM by AITHNE
 The dawn had broken with it's steady rhythm and she had lain under the stars the night before and stretched her body it's entire length. This morning she had arisen with languid muscles and a laid back attitude, though it would burn off at the sun began to burn away the night. She'd need her wits about her today where she was going. She wasn't really certain how tight the bonds of friendship were between Iromar and Glorall but she was about to test them; Siren had said she had an aunt here which had swayed Aithne's opinion as well. She figured if things went sour for some unknown reason then this female might be persuaded to help - should they need it - considering Siren was her niece. Familial relationships were nothing she was familiar too in truth. She had watched the few around here with keen eyes and decided this would be the best course. So the bulky female waits at the border for her protege to appear and to her pride, Siren does appear. She has not chickened out of this, not been swayed back in her mind of uncertainty - at least, if she still had doubts, she was here. That was all that really mattered to Aithne. "Come on," she murmurs in her husky, deep voice before beginning an easy lope towards the seaside pack. If at any time Siren showed signs of tiring she would slow for the girl; wouldn't do to get her there exhausted before she even had a shot at training. The sun begins to rise and the air grows muggy as they draw closer to the sea. The water taints the air, the salt stings her nose, and the clouds overhead threaten a deluge of epic proportions. That wouldn't stop her though and she wouldn't allow Siren to stop now no matter what. Dark emerald eyes glance at the Iromar princess, assessing her, evaluating but not judging. How Siren came out of this would ultimately judge the course of her life. At the border she slows, sidestepping closer to the girl and lifting her tail in a dominant, protective stance. She would not challenge any here but she would let them know that Siren was her charge and the girl was not to be messed with. Aithne was a strapping female with a wide, muscled chest and broad hips; her jaws were not really narrow so much as box-like, wide and full of crushing force. She was not beautiful - never would be - but there was a feral sort of quality that lent an air of prettiness to her. She stops before she reaches the scent of the alpha, her nose twitching - hopefully he was not like Andras. She didn't really much care for overbearing males with a need to show some sort of aggression. She wouldn't step down even if they did. Aithne howls, letting it linger in the air to make sure that the wolves would hear her over the impending storm brewing and then sets her eyes to scan around for any who might come, the dark cast of the day making the red circle around her right pupil stand out against the dark green of her eyes. A I T H N E Fallen for the fear and done some disappearing; bow down to the mighty _______________________ |
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- SCREAM FOR ME - By SIREN September 14, 2014 at 03:10:13 AM
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