ankh
female | zero | natu x fenrir
Today she would get a good look at this outside world and determine just how much fun (aka, trouble) she could talk her brothers into getting into with her. After all, it was Ankh's personality to be the first one out, the first one going, and she did not take well to being second. At least not in her family, of course, but she would never hold a grudge against her brothers. Each one she adored even if they gave her looks of tired exasperation when she bounced around them, tail swinging and smacking the face of whoever had the misfortune to be behind her. Mother always scolded her for her high energy but Ankh never understood. She couldn't help it; she tried to sit still, to be calm and collected like her brothers, but it was difficult. There was an urgency to her blood. The need to always go, go, go, to learn more. She sucked down information like a well, storing it for later use, and was never satisfied.
As she finds herself on her butt her eyes spy the dark female, Camilla, moving closer to her sister in a protective stance with her hackles raised and then the big red boy turns around and scolds her. Ankh's ears flatten to her skull and her eyes blaze in fury at his demeaning words, as if she had anything to do with them standing in front of the damn den, but then a white boy steps in and she eyes him appraisingly. He seems nice and large and nice! She beams at him quite suddenly, her anger gone for she is prone to such frequent mood swings, and she has decided she likes this Panzer.
The hiss of her brother draws her head around before she can answer and her face alights with joy, joy that Alexander has decided to come join her. She lunges upwards and bounces towards him to nip at his face in a loving gesture. "That is why she can stay in there, so she feels better," Ankh answers primly before Alexander is defending her honor. She looks back at Vladimir as Alex scolds him and nods her head, hard, just once as if to say and that is that! She sighs loudly at her brother with a twinkle in her eyes, "If I don't get caught then she will never know."
Alistair is next to rush into the group, looking around them with his wondering eyes, and Ankh bounces over to him to lick him on the cheek. "My brother," she proclaims to the audience as he speaks, his monotone voice different, yet her eyes challenge the others to say something mean about him. She had always felt a sense of protectiveness for him. Then Arthfael comes out and brushes of any concerns of mother and her ears prick, tail wagging eagerly and likely swatting Alex in the face. "Yes!" Of course she would want to go.
Semele has already tries to deflect blame from the rude red boy - because, of course Ankh is never the rude one - and Ankh eyes her curiously. She is so sweet tempered and mild mannered, and Ankh has already forgotten her momentary irritation. She smiles broadly at her as she speaks and draws closer to Ankh. A flower for her mother... that idea sounded like a wonderful way to stay out of trouble. "Yes, I think my mom would like a flower too. And maybe one for daddy. He would look pretty with a flower." She giggles at this, knowing how absurd it is, but of course her daddy would have to let her put one on him if she worked hard to get it.
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