Chirography and Chicken Scratch

Caprica D'Angelo · 01-15-2012, 08:18 PM

[html]

WC:453+

Everything about Finn spoke of endless battles, like a Grecian hero indeed, she seemed to have come up against multiple monsters. She spoke with honour and intelligence, quite unlike the axe-wielding bruiser her wartorn appearance was reminiscent of - he had been encountered in this same room, but the conversation had hardly sparkled and as Finn returned her remarks Caprica learned more in a few moments of her than she had of that hulking male. She could admire this lady more, though, for the trials she had faced must have been done from a standpoint of deliberation and calculation rather than simple brutality - which took both more courage and more incentive. Caprica couldn't see a mannerly woman like this enjoying raw blood-lust for its own sake, but then, you never knew.

"Yes'm, I'm one of those wretched D'Angelo's," she affirmed, smiling wryly but with a faint smoulder in her green eyes that hinted at a familial pride only just loose enough for her to joke about. Finn's next words were more melancholy and the humour faded from her expression. Although Anathema seemed to have its darker side, its strong blood-bond meant that many members found something here they had been missing - something Caprica had found herself, extremely tangible in the form of a mother, but that was no less real for anybody else who entered the clan. "I'm sure you'll get used to it," she smiled. "We aren't so much of a raging love fest, anyway - we got each others' backs and if you're loyal, you get respect, but like everyone else, we're all wrapped up in our own lives most of the time." This, at least, was her appraisal of the pack. "I've been here 'most half a year," she was quick to add, not wanting Finn to think her an absolute expert on Anatheman ways when she had been here less than half her life, and spent most of that time distracted by her little brothers and not involving herself in pack politics whatsoever. She hoped that would change now they were getting a little older, though, her mind ached for more intrigue and juicy social life dynamics to get her teeth into. "How'd you find us, then?" she wondered. The mountain pack had taken her long enough to stumble across, and she'd been searching for Naniko's hide-out for weeks if not months. Of course, she had been taking her time over the search. But up here, who would ever expect there to be a wolf pack, tucked away into the rocks?

Image courtesy of Ant Jackson@Flickr; Table by the Mentors!

Login




Remember me Lost Password?