07-31-2008, 07:45 AM
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OMG SQUEEE
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Hel had taken her role as leader very seriously. The routine she had built in herself, the watches she took, the training, exercise, the skills she hones, she could not simply discard them as ridiculous and silly now that she was in a pack. She was leader, part of the Council, with Deuce and Iskata and she was chief guardian of their packlands. She and Styx and their little home was what she had been looking for, though she could not openly say that. Afterall, that was a sign of utter weakness, only a fool would believe that all was well here. She had not found Connor, in fact she had found little else except another pack, Esper Hollow.
The night had been rainy and now the ground was moist and cool under her paws as she walked the borders. Hel didn't quite know how she fit in here. She was a fighter, that much was clear, but she was also Styx's mate and that role sounded strange when it not him she ruled with, but two other females. Slowly, she shook her head, strands of hair escaping her ponytail and falling on her muzzle. She drew in a deep breath and froze. Unfamiliar scents rushed in and she tensed, her upper lip raised to expose her fangs. Intruders again? Her pace quickened, her nose constantly sniffing for this stranger. Soon, she halted at the base of a tree, looking up in bewilderment. Her cloak, muddy at the hem from running, and her hand on her knife made her look even more of a force than she was. But her eyes, wide in wonder and bewilderment, spoke of surprise. This female, for she smelled of female, was so small, so weak, so lost, Hel's paw moved away from the knife. She knew in her head that she was being irrational, innocence and lack of strength were not related, but... Can I help you? Her voice was calm, cool, not betraying the confusion she felt inside.
OMG SQUEEE
Hel had taken her role as leader very seriously. The routine she had built in herself, the watches she took, the training, exercise, the skills she hones, she could not simply discard them as ridiculous and silly now that she was in a pack. She was leader, part of the Council, with Deuce and Iskata and she was chief guardian of their packlands. She and Styx and their little home was what she had been looking for, though she could not openly say that. Afterall, that was a sign of utter weakness, only a fool would believe that all was well here. She had not found Connor, in fact she had found little else except another pack, Esper Hollow.
The night had been rainy and now the ground was moist and cool under her paws as she walked the borders. Hel didn't quite know how she fit in here. She was a fighter, that much was clear, but she was also Styx's mate and that role sounded strange when it not him she ruled with, but two other females. Slowly, she shook her head, strands of hair escaping her ponytail and falling on her muzzle. She drew in a deep breath and froze. Unfamiliar scents rushed in and she tensed, her upper lip raised to expose her fangs. Intruders again? Her pace quickened, her nose constantly sniffing for this stranger. Soon, she halted at the base of a tree, looking up in bewilderment. Her cloak, muddy at the hem from running, and her hand on her knife made her look even more of a force than she was. But her eyes, wide in wonder and bewilderment, spoke of surprise. This female, for she smelled of female, was so small, so weak, so lost, Hel's paw moved away from the knife. She knew in her head that she was being irrational, innocence and lack of strength were not related, but... Can I help you? Her voice was calm, cool, not betraying the confusion she felt inside.