ankh
female | zero | natu x fenrir
Ankh feels like she should be crying like her cousins were doing near Everlyse. Well, except Vladimir. He was just weird. Always so strange. Instead she feels just out of place, like a toy that was left in the wrong room. Ankh wants to go help her father and also to just see what the hell he is doing, for her overbearing curiosity was a trait that Natu could not seem to tame. Yet the threatening tone of her mother a few moments ago kept her leashed. Not to mention the dead bodies of the bear, Neirin, and Ifrit. Now was not the time to court a scolding from either parent because she could sense the sadness in her mother and her father was acting strange. She wanted to go to him and pull gently on one of his ears like she did in the den at night, a sort of love bite she always gave him.
Her ears perk quite suddenly when he mentions the lavender fields and she jolts up with a bounce, her tail zipping back and forth, and then Arthfael as the gall to rush past her without a warning. Her ears press back as a puppy growl escapes her maw and she launches after him, all long legs and big paws, but he has already come to stop and she sulks for a moment as she comes to a sliding halt next to him. "I wanted to race," she says primly to him, as if he has spoiled all her fun, before turning her attention back on her father who now had three more pups at his feet.
Alistair, well, he was her brother and she loved him fiercely. She knew he couldn't hear. Mother had told her and she had tried to mimic the way her mother showed him things. Sometimes she would yell right into his face, as if that might seemingly make him able to hear again, but would always be disappointed. Now the other two, they weren't her siblings, and she felt a fierce sense of possessive jealousy grow in her. Especially at that girl. Ankh was a daddys girl. Fenrir was HER daddy.
But by the sad look that her mother is giving them all now is not the time to assert that position so she huffs to herself and glances at Arthfael. "I bet they can't beat us," she conspires with him, an eager gleam in her pale eyes. "Bet we could outrace them to the lavender fields." Her adventurous spirit has already overcome the tragedy that lay near the den, ready for a new chance to exert itself.
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