How frustrating that I had never even had the chance to enter Asteraia and proclaim myself Princess of the Plains! After all, I was the sister of the famed Pharaoh, therefore I was Princess since she lacked any actual heirs. I was insanely jealous of her for having acquired such a prime piece of land. When I had heard her call, my ears had laid back and I had deliberately NOT answered back, sulking in the fact that she was better than me. For now. Imagine MY surprise when a female came out of nowhere and started HERDING me to Taviora. Oh, I had tried to take a bite out of her, even put my foot down a time or two, but she was stealthy and slick and I wasn't well versed in such maneuvers. Not for lack of trying.
Then I had been forced to stay there in that place. It wasn't that it was bad, just incredibly boring. No Negan to entertain me which really pissed me off considering he had just returned from his wanderlust. Winchester hadn't come either, but I wasn't altogether too surprised. I didn't divine a courageous heart within him. Or maybe just not a foolish one.
Either way, it hadn't taken long before my sister had apparently negotiated my release or sent a wolf to do so, and when I had heard Negan pacing and snarling at the border I had taken my leave with prim steps. Paws pranced high, long tail flowing, a haughty look on my features. He had escorted me back to Asteraia, raging about me having been captured, and I proceeded to illuminate him on just how upsetting it had been for me. Having to LAY around with nothing to do, no one to keep me company that was worthy anyways.
So here I was in the plains, decidedly not enjoying the whipping winds that had blasted up out of nowhere and left my fur in a raucous state. Was there no place to hide on this god forsaken piece of land that had some sort of wind cover? Another fierce gust had me snapping at the air, ears back, claws slashing out at the ground as if I could command nature to obey me.
Lucille