Sebring
❝the silver queen❞

Silence cocooned the land, blanketing it in a soft almost ethereal presence. Though it was far from such a thing. In this place, silence was foreboding. A warning and a threat – do not enter. If one cared for their life they would not cross that invisible boundary, but to those senseless and blind enough, it was almost too easy to miss. Unlike any other territory that was inhabited, there was no scent to demark to border. Most of these creatures were scentless and the heiress only left simple claw markings to denote her property. The few whispery scents that lingered in the pack were faint on the border, even including the puppet Queen. She stayed far from that border fearing what might lay outside of it more than what was inside. What called this place home was a vampric breed, a bloodthirsty horde, but under her own rule those who called this place home were to be left untouched. Unscathed by those piercing fangs, unless they so desired it. The Silver Queen did not dare tempt fate by asking for that poisonous touch, too much rested on her plat already. A quest which she hardly done a thing to fulfill. She had been latent in these lands, finding herself safe with the borders. Unrelenting fear pulsed through her veins at the thought of leaving them because she feared something, or rather someone, more than she feared the Vampires.

The kalaks.

The limber stilted creatures that had so long ago roamed the plains of a place called Cold Summers, to which, of her knowledge no longer existed. They were a breed and society of wolves delicately balanced on a series of Clans. Each clashing for more power than the last. And for the short time she had known of their existence here in Blossom Forest, they had seemed at peace and distanced from that bloody, monstrous race from which they descended. Or at least that’s how it had seemed. Somehow though, she had been drug into it. Captured and forced to submit. More than that she was a puppet on their strings, dancing to and fro to the rhythm they saw fit. It had taken months for them to reign in her mind and soul, but their patience was too much for her own. They beat, tortured, poisoned, and broke her down until there hardly a wolf left. The joy and life that once filled her honey pools had drained, now the sign of life was a clinging desperation to complete her task. To find the heir, Tiresias and bring him back. Dead or alive it didn’t really matter, but so long as he was brought back that was all they cared for. Until the rightful heir was brought down, peace could not reign again in Faraway. Or so they told her.

So as commanded she had taken over Caidir Olc, giving her prime opportunity to gain a foothold in the land before going out and completing her task. As far as she knew the kalaks that she served were going to bring peace again, so that the Maned wolf species would no longer be a bother to other wolves. They could go back to their own lives and she could return home. Back to her mate, Kalgalath. They promised to give her everything she had lost, even claiming to have found one of her sons, Castiel. She begged and pleaded with them over his life, not knowing that it was he who was protecting the one she needed to find. She would do anything to save her child and go back to the way it was. So it was all but sealed by fate that she would complete this task, regardless of the things she might face.

So driven to find that missing heir, Sebring hardly ruled or commanded the pack. It was empty and barely alive anyways. The one wolf she had come into contact with outside of Diosa was Draven. A monstrous beast, who in all ways was what the nightmare tales of Vampires truly was. Twisted, cursed, and so deeply rooted in evil that his presence was constituted from all of the souls he had maliciously tortured, raped, and killed. One that even sent a chill down the Silver Queen’s spine. She had not seen or felt such darkness in a long while and after him she did not want to feel it again. It was incredible but also naïve that Diosa had stood against a creature like Draven. After listening to those endless threats, Sebring knew that every inch of that brute would have taken Diosa under him, with force, no questions asked. All those threats to control her and victimize her to furthest extent were true. As utterly dark and twisted as they were, she knew without a doubt that Draven would have done it. Sebring had cautioned Diosa about wandering outside of the pack without protection, but the princess seemed liable to do whatever she pleased. Whatever whims possessed her, imaginary or real, would cause her to flee on nightly excursions. Bounded only by the daylight that would once more consume the land. The puppet queen did not force rules on the heiress, but these blinded excursions did little to help her pack or further her dignity as a future Queen. And Sebring didn’t quite care enough to push the thought.

Instead she pursued her own dwelling thoughts and desires, or rather the tasks she had been embodied to finish. Diosa’s life and Caidir Olc in general were of little concern to her. She merely sat atop a prettified rock and managed what little business seemed to cross their borders. Most of which she did not truly grasp on anyhow. And so being blind to what havoc Draven had managed to wreck in his departure, Sebring was unaware of the business she was about to encounter. She had not forgotten how to be Queen, but it would be the first significant business she had to managed without the heiress. Sebring contemplated how easy it would have been to resend on her word to hand the pack back over. She could lorde it over Diosa, threaten her even, because what real claim did the petty princess have? If what Draven said was true, it would have been all too easy for him to take charge with some form of his own puppet, maybe even Sebring if she gave up on Diosa. So it was then that a thought sunk into her crown, a petty one, but nonetheless cunning. In her position she was Queen, because there was no one to back Diosa other than her. So really, wasn’t it she that was the Queen and Diosa her puppet? A soft, somewhat maniacal laugh dripped from her mouth as she paced at the border, lost in her own thoughts. How easily she could ruin that little girls life…

꧁ Faux Queen of Caidir Olc | : | Puppeteered by Kalaks ꧂