She was invited to a party, like everyone else was. What she was not excited for was seeing those ugly gray wolves that her mother would have allowed to roam freely in the pack. If it was up to her, then she would have kept them as slaves, though not as personal ones because it was too personal. Personal slaves were for more personal things, they would be communal slaves for everyone to laugh and poke fun at, and even abuse. She did not believe in being kind to these wolves whom were painted in gray. They were inferior to her and her beautiful pelt. Simple as that. She was invited to dress up in her most beautiful clothing. She was lucky that she had gotten a dress, one to fit a princess and the crown that her mother had given to her prior to this meeting. While coming as a princess was not only fitting to the girl, but also unoriginal, she did not have many other possessions outside of the bones and skulls that littered her den floor of her victims, and kills as well as their pelts. The girl was getting her objects together, including her staff that she had made from a tree branch. She needed this for the covered wounds that littered her body from the fight she had gotten in with Gunnar most recently. A week had passed since that day and she was still aching but she had been getting regular visits to the Furcas, Panda to get her wounds taken care of. Besides that, she had also been taken care of by her slave, Daisuke.
She had straightened her dress out, and she mounted her crown on her head and she twirled in her dress in front of Daisuke. ”Hey Snake, how do I look?” she asked the golden male whom simply smiled at her and nodded his head. You look good, my princess. he spoke to her in his island accented voice. She then would get her chain leash that she had for him and she slipped the loop over his head. Esme yawned lightly and then walked out of her den and towards where the party was being held. She had her staff in one hand and the chain in another, Daisuke moving behind her so that there was slack in the chain, and he stayed on all fours. She slowly moved into the chamber and once she was in, she looked around at all of the luperci that were there. There were a few gray ones that she could not hide her disgust as her eyes panned over them. She wore a frown for a majority of the time before her eyes fell upon her brother, conversing with a little tawny bitch. She felt instantly jealous that her brother was giving some girl attention.
She quickly found her way to her brother, and when she was close, she grabbed out at his hand. ”Jackson, you look as dashing as ever.” the woman spoke, for the male always did have a certain charm to him whether he was dressed up or not. She then glanced over at her mother, and waved kindly to her, and smiled at her mother. She did not say anything to her mother though, for her attention went back to trying to get her brother away from that skinny, ugly little tawny colored girl. Esmeralda knew that Jackson could do better than that. The scrawny little girl would do no good for her dashingly handsome brother, and she was determined to get him away from her. ”Jackson, why don't you have anything but this old cape? Did you not have a prince's suit?” she asked the boy, thinking that a prince should most definitely be wearing a prince's outfit..
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