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Jaidah lay in a valley between two large hills, listening to the sounds of her new land. She heard the voices of wolves passed in the grass as the wind stroked gently over their wild long stalks. It was truly a beautiful land, and Jaidah was more proud than ever about herself. Her eyes seem far away and thoughtful as she watches her little ones play, Widow pouncing on the unhearing one, and her sister striking back by rolling to her spine and snapping up at Widow in agitation. "Enough, Widow, time to sleep." Her voice, though innocent seeming and bell like in quality, it is stern and carries vibrations even to her red faced daughter who cringed and came to lay nestled against Jaidah's side. Though she is not pleased with her weaker daughter, Jaidah allows the contact the girl seems to crave, even as her preferred sister comes to lay next to her.
This is what she did this risky business of fighting for, this is what her purpose for coming here had been. Jaidah is an agent of chaos, and a damned good one, she came to find her own way to power. She came to upset the established order as her predecessors had long ago. With a smile at her painted heathens, Jaidah is content to lay her head down and curl around her pups in a protective manner. Tomorrow, she would move through the pack lands and fill in the dens of the old regime, wanting nothing to do with their stench any longer. The old pack had not yet shown any face to the new queen, and Jaidah took this to mean that none of them were staying. Though, patience would be shown, and small mercies would be given to those that had young to move. She would leave their dens hollowed out, but Rhae's? Rhae's den would be filled in and pissed on.
With this thought, Jaidah falls into sleep, her eyes moving as she experiences the first good dream she has had since being here. The need for blood is sated with the white demon and she finds a smile on her face as she slumbers. Curling protectively around her little ones in the autumn cold, Jaidah dreams of the howls and shouts of pain and protest. These days will come to pass, for now, Jaidah basks in the glow of victory.
The next day, Jaidah wakes to find the sun on her pelt and a rather brisk breeze flowing over the land. The wind of the plain combed through the long coat the white bitch sported, and she found the sensation comforting, welcoming even. It was around noon when she heard the sepulchral tones of a new arrival. Slowly, she got to her paws, finding her side stiff and painful as she did. When she stretched, she found that the skin had grown tight in its scab, the once liquid tangled and matted in the fur. She rose from the tall grasses of the hills and left the two young girls to snooze in the sun, hidden by the embrace of tall stalks they couldn't possibly be seen over. She did not worry about if the enemy would come try to get them, Rhae was too kind to allow such a thing to happen, Widow was too smart.
At a hurtful, jolting job, Jaidah pushes herself through the burn of her gnarled skin and punctured muscles, her leg skipping every now and again to lessen the pain of movement. Coming to the border, Jaidah gives a flagging of her tail above her hips, her electric jade gaze making out the figure of a wolf waiting just beyond. "Hello, stranger." She says, and watches the other with a measure of curiosity and suspicion. "What brings you to Asteraia's gates?" She wonders aloud, asking the wolf of her intentions, testing the other's attitude. A faded scent of dried blood comes from Jaidah, of victory newly had, and she eyes the other with a hunger and welcoming simultaneously. Waiting for the other's response, Jaidah stands in a loosely dominant fashion.
mistress, five, 35in/150lbs, no one held down, no one captivated,
created widow & gehenna (x Reaver),
Night Mother of Asteraia
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