Fiam reclined in the long grass of Asteraia, her alabaster fur starkly contrasted against the mottled yellows and greys of her background. Far above her the sky was blue and crisp with the onset of autumn and the sun sat her zenith. She offered little warmth, however, and for this reason the ravaged female soaked up her rays, meek as puppy breath. While she lay, quite comfortable despite her situation, she thought. She thought of Kellin, and how she would not be able to meet him like she had planned. She wondered whether he would feel betrayed, or whether he would be clever enough to seek her out among her enemies, guessing something had gone amiss. She thought of Atlas, and the feeling of his pelt brushing against hers, although this image she banished swiftly from her mind, lest it interfere with her resolve. And finally, she thought of her next move.

It wounded her pride to greater and greater degrees every moment she submitted to the rule of the ebony behemoths, but alas she could not do anything about that. The law dictated she carry out her sentence and she tried to do so with as much dignity as she could. This, however, did not mean that all the while she wasn't plotting her revenge. There were many ways to go about such things, and she pondered every path carefully. Unfortunately, Tobias stood in the way of a good, old fashioned challenge and she doubted the black ess would have the courage to face her in battle. Not that she blamed her. Her new appearance was indeed terrifying, and sometimes even Fiam cringed to gaze upon her reflection in the rippling waters of the lake.

She decided her most realistic option was to take a pack for herself. Having discovered another who felt as she and, even more surprisingly, sought her help in training, she had realized that she was not alone in her fight against the darkness. If she could gather a group of followers as interested in vanquishing demons as she was, she could possibly do something much greater than she would be able to achieve alone. Satisfied with her plan of action, she let herself relax. Tobias's scent was faint and old in her part of the pack-lands, and she hadn't seen the queen for days. In fact, left to her own devices, she had quite enjoyed her stay thus far, treating it as a vacation from the responsibilities she had acquired through The Burning. Beside her in the grass lay the half eaten carcass of a small rabbit which she had managed to catch on a neighboring hillside and her face was still bloody from her meal. Sighing, she began to lick her paws clean of their veil of dirt, grateful for a full belly and sun-kissed back.


Fiammetta - Female - No Home - No Family - 5YO - 28 inches, 32 pounds