01-24-2010, 03:22 PM
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And so it began; the Rosen’s servants, for that is what she considered them to be, arrived one after the other. While she didn’t know where he’d recruited all of them, the madwoman found herself pleased with the militia assembled. They were growing exponentially, definitely a good thing in terms of numbers. Her satisfaction faltered, however, once she finally got around to examining each and every one of them. The loud one who’d referred to Haku as “monsieur leader” coaxed a reaction out of her, amusement was present in the look she cast over her shoulder. However incompetent he appeared to be, he certainly made for a good mascot. Entertainment was good for the pack’s morale. The rest had arrived in a timely manner, wolves and hybrids alike answering their alpha’s call and steadily pouring into the town square. Reticence was perceptible amongst some of them, contrasting with the raw dedication others possessed. Despite her favourable feelings for the male, she could understand why some wouldn’t keep him close to their hearts.
One female in particular, the one with a child in tow, stood out from the lot. Not only had she acquired the unoccupied place beside the blue-eyed demon, but something about the way she treated that child made her face twist in disgust. She was a walking doll, stroking her son in ways that would have been appropriate for a lap dog. The child belonged to her as well as him, and Lillith found herself sorely disappointed in his choice of partners. One more life gone to waste; a child with no future aside from the ridiculous pampering his mother had to offer. The announcement came soon thereafter, a war declaration that would no doubt result in the loss of several pawns. Immediately, she straightened up, granting the Rosen’s decision with a complimentary growl; a low rumble emanating from deep within. So this was war. “Death to the coyote clan,” she recited, chiming in to her beau’s promising vows.
And so it began; the Rosen’s servants, for that is what she considered them to be, arrived one after the other. While she didn’t know where he’d recruited all of them, the madwoman found herself pleased with the militia assembled. They were growing exponentially, definitely a good thing in terms of numbers. Her satisfaction faltered, however, once she finally got around to examining each and every one of them. The loud one who’d referred to Haku as “monsieur leader” coaxed a reaction out of her, amusement was present in the look she cast over her shoulder. However incompetent he appeared to be, he certainly made for a good mascot. Entertainment was good for the pack’s morale. The rest had arrived in a timely manner, wolves and hybrids alike answering their alpha’s call and steadily pouring into the town square. Reticence was perceptible amongst some of them, contrasting with the raw dedication others possessed. Despite her favourable feelings for the male, she could understand why some wouldn’t keep him close to their hearts.
One female in particular, the one with a child in tow, stood out from the lot. Not only had she acquired the unoccupied place beside the blue-eyed demon, but something about the way she treated that child made her face twist in disgust. She was a walking doll, stroking her son in ways that would have been appropriate for a lap dog. The child belonged to her as well as him, and Lillith found herself sorely disappointed in his choice of partners. One more life gone to waste; a child with no future aside from the ridiculous pampering his mother had to offer. The announcement came soon thereafter, a war declaration that would no doubt result in the loss of several pawns. Immediately, she straightened up, granting the Rosen’s decision with a complimentary growl; a low rumble emanating from deep within. So this was war. “Death to the coyote clan,” she recited, chiming in to her beau’s promising vows.