Word Count → 425 :: sorry for the wait >.<'
there is a heaven let's keep it a secret
A howl was thrust into the air, and the floppy ears of the woman perked. It was the girl's new co-leader, something she did not know until after speaking to the woman and being accepted into Salsola at the rank of Associate. She knew she was on the bottom of the hierarchy again, but there was always room at the top for the princess, so she would work hard to get where she wanted to be. First she needed to learn what she could about the leadership, and the ranking system, for this pack seemed to be ultra secretive. It was something that Esmeralda was not used to really, but she did know her way around a lie and how to keep a secret, so she didn't think that she would have much of a problem in this pack. Either way, the woman had been sleeping in a hole in the ground since Eris had mentioned that Associates were not allowed to make a permanent residency until they proved their worth. Esmeralda took this chance, this howl of help from the Auxiliary to be her chance to let the woman know that the Princess was capable of doing what was needed to be done to become more respected in the pack.
She got up from out of her hole and she grabbed her knives in each hand. Daisuke followed behind her, chain rattling against the ground. Her bat had been hidden against her chest, under her wolf pelt cloak that she had taken to wearing this day to avoid sunburn. She had the hood over her head and she started off towards the howl's general direction. She tread quickly, but gently because of the precious cargo that held tightly onto her chest. She had gotten there within a time frame of five to ten minutes and when she approached, she had looked at the sable woman, and then to the intruder. The disgusting animal had gray fur, which had been quick to set the Princess off. She growled and she was quick to throw a knife at the thin beast. Die, you disgusting beast. she commanded, as if he could drop dead on command. She would help him either way. For she was death, in some worlds, and with her hooded cloak, all she needed was a scythe and she would more than likely be the embodiment of death itself. A wicked grin was spread on her maw, the excitement of a fight was at hand, and she would gladly participate.
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