ankh
female | zero | natu x fenrir
Honestly! Where in the hell were her brothers at? The question was the foremost in her mind as she lunges into the underbrush of a small copse of trees in Asteraia in search of the trio. It was quite likely that Alistair was with Natu somewhere for he seemed quite bonded to her and she to him, ever watchful of him since he was deaf. Constantine might be with father and perhaps Arthfael had wandered off to do whatever it is that he did. Act like he had weighty matters on his infantile mind. Ankh did not much care what they did the majority of the time, but she certainly did on the times when she was bored and in need of attention.
The whites on the inside of her ears stand out in sharp relief against the dark wine color of her fur and her pale eyes - a mix of blue and green and seldom known - flashing as she glances around some trees with a frown on her maw, two tiny white teeth peeking out from her bottom lip in her concentration (and a part of her ill-fated development). A growl rolls from her chest as she suddenly plops her haunches on the soft dirt to glare out onto the meadows as if awaiting someone to blame for her lack of success.
Lo and behold if the fates do not offer her up such an adventure as she had never had before, for the prince himself seems to be running straight out of the pack and into the wildlands. Her ears prick again and her face has a more sly look to it as she glances over her small shoulder to make sure no one had suddenly appeared before she takes off after him. Ankh was born for running, her legs lean and long, and she was, of the four pups, the most spirited and hyper.
This was her chance to find out what was out there in the beyond without being constantly reminded by her brothers of her bad actions. Did they not understand she had to know? Had to see and experience and breath and exist? To shackle her was to shackle the wind. It was impossible for her heart cried out in wanderlust. She had learned the art of becoming quiet in her steps and she did this now, careful to step on the soft patches of soil as she runs after him, darting into the shadows that so eagerly concealed her darker body and attempted to smudge the white markings with shade.
As the plains of Asteraia fade behind them and her tiny form begins to grow tired of the long walk she slows her pace, keeping a careful distance between the boy. His fur was so weird, she thinks, sticking up like it did on his body, almost as if he had been half shaved. Maybe he had rubbed it off his legs on a rock or something. The rocks proved more challenging as she picks her way across them, her paws sliding down the smooth sides occasionally and her jostling her little hips around to get her over.
Finally she sees him pause up ahead and grins to herself, tongue lolling out for a moment before she shuts her mouth and stands tall atop a rock. "I heard there are dragons out here," she says, her voice carrying and echoing against the stone flooring, and she attempts to both surprise and entice him with her words, her tail curled up over her back proudly. "I think they are lying though."
REFERENCE IMAGE
|