The Last Supper
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Eris had told her of these. She was hoping to witness one, and she had gotten dressed up in her finest dress for it, the one she had back in Anathema, the one Daisuke had retrieved for her. She didn't know if she would be promoted at this one, but Eris had warned her once that it was hard to get promoted, she needed to prove herself completely loyal to the pack. The lazy princess would have to work, and suck up to the leaders, always bring them gifts and whatnot. She was a princess, and she hated giving away her objects that she worked hard to get. She begrudgingly put on a smile and she had brought her finest things, jewels, coins, things of that nature. She even thought about giving up her crown. Then she scolded herself. She would not give up such a prized possession. Not unless she had to. She quickly made her way towards the call when it had presented itself, and not without her slave and her pet, no doubt. The pet hung on her chest hair like always, and the chained beast followed behind her on all fours. She moved gracefully towards the meeting place, and once she was there, she quickly and quietly sat down and she silently listened to the words of the king and of the Auxiliary that had mentored her into the pack. She gave a small bow to both of them, finding her presence too distracting for her to give the proper greeting of the Salsolan bunch, but after the meeting, she would apologize and give them a proper greeting, as well as the jewels and coins she had brought with her.


She had heard the names called. She was not promoted, she almost knew she wouldn't be because she did not even know the king, the boss personally. Tonight, she would try to change that, and she wanted to talk to the boss, whom she had taken an interest in since the night she had seen him come and leave. There was something about his aura that intrigued her, and she wanted to know why she was drawn to him like she was. The woman looked at the olive eyed crocodile, and then the swirled woman again before she would try to match the names with the proud looking faces of the others whom had been promoted. She let out a small sigh, but she had tried to conceal the disappointment she had for herself. She should have tried harder, and she would try harder when she had the chance to. This next round, she was determined to get promoted. If she didn't then she might just be a little bit more than upset with herself. She bowed her head lightly to all of those whom were promoted and she let a fake smile rest on her lips. She wouldn't let them know that she was concerned with herself and still being an Associate. It would all change soon enough, and she knew it.

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