10-08-2009, 07:36 PM
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yay, thread! 320 words. she's at her den, which is on the coast at the very tip of Nevaeh Ravine~ if it's okay, this could be backdated to like 10/2? Colibri had proven to know nothing about where Princess had gone. Tokyo absolutely refused to believe that her daughter had just left. Yes, they had fought during their last conversation before she disappeared, but Princess wouldn't do that sort of thing to her mother. She was a good egg, a smart kid, kind and loving and beautiful and she just wouldn't do that! Tokyo had almost worked up into panic. She had to talk to Cercelee. Not even the more familiar Haku or Cwmfen would do, she needed to talk to the wolf that was in charge here, because this was an emergency. Her daughter was missing, was missing, and no one seemed to care, no one had even seemed to notice beside Tokyo herself! Not even the leaders. Weren't they supposed to keep track of things like that? Unless.. Unless they knew. That was the only explanation that made sense, which was why Tokyo was going straight to the top, the person who would know, who had to know, if a pack member had left for any reason. Tokyo had no idea where Cercelee lived. She only had the name, she didn't even remember what she looked like, although her scent was vaguely familiar for marking the borders. Tokyo had seen her once, at the pack birthday celebration, but that was way way long ago and they hadn't spoken at all. So she howled, a request for the leader. This howl was of the utmost politeness, the complete opposite of how Tokyo had summoned Colibri the other day. She knew how to get things done, and when the person you sought information or a favor from was a higher rank than you, you sucked up. You were polite, and submissive, and charming and delicate and lovely. It was only with a lower ranking member that you could afford terror, anger, and blunt rudeness as viable methods for extracting information. |