Word Count: 510 :: She's slightly behind the wagon, for reference. I'm excited!
The dark woman was feeling rather pointless. She'd come to this land for a distinguished purpose, and yet she'd made no headway (although, in her defense, she'd been there for a mere day - and it took much longer to build Rome). She had found no traces of Shandom yet, though she was positive he was here. The information she had received was from a trusted source, and it had been gathered under the prick of her abnormally sharpened claws - he would not have lied. But Linquilea was unsure of exactly where he would be, and so she would have to go through the rather arduous process of journeying pack to pack, killing where necessary, to find the man she hated more than anything.
Linquilea was ready for him to be dead.
She knew Halaki, Zeneca, and Twensu could not be far behind her: when they left Itzik, it had been made clear that they were to find her as soon as possible. The trio would have likely enjoyed their first taste of power, growing fat and arrogant under its toxic liquor. There were few who could truly handle power and appreciate the nuances and poisons it held and use these all to their advantage: Linquilea prided herself on being one of them. Shandom had not been - he was not to be trusted with power, though his ancestry said otherwise. He was a disgusting example of what happened when a wolf's head grew too big, when jealousy became all encompassing and the primary driving force: for this, he would be punished.
The pair walked with purpose, Lea upon two legs and Niccolo upon four. It was common to see this juxtaposition: Niccolo preferred to fight on four legs, and Linquilea afforded him this small luxury. She, too, preferred that method of combat, but for now she would remain bipedal. It seemed to be the form of choice in these lands, and she would acclimate herself thoroughly.
Eventually they came upon a small blot in the distance and the pair quickened their pace until they realized it was a travelling caravan of sorts. Linquilea had experienced few of these, as she was first and foremost a wolf of the most feral form, and moved towards it with curiosity. Niccolo was instructed to hang back as the dark wolfess moved forward, golden eyes narrowed in curiosity and brief disgust. The blonde wolf who led the group was throwing knives, and Linquilea shook her head slightly. What was with the wolves in this area? Had they utterly abandoned their true selves? She could not understand. Combat with tooth and claw was infinitely more refreshing than with the blade, and more effective if trained appropriately. Regardless, Linquilea could not help but begrudgingly appreciate the skill with which the woman threw her knives.
She woofed to announce her presence, loud enough to hopefully gain the attention of the blonde woman. It was not in Lea's nature to speak first, preferring instead to greet others as she had done her entire life before Adrien.
Lea bust is by Libri; the table code from the mentors!
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