[aw] sing to the death rattle

Artemisia Eternity · 04-17-2012, 07:46 AM

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Word Count → 387 This sucks, sorry.

Virtue of birth was something the dark-furred youngster would have scoffed at. She thought it was unfair that, just because of her blood, she was immediately something of substance, of worth. The lime-eyed Auxiliary was lucky so far that none of her children had lapsed into laziness because of this. Harrow was introverted and artistic, but not altogether useless, and Ataxia was cutting with her words. Basilaris... She avoided the boy. His pure white fur brought out pangs of anxiety, for reasons she didn't understand. Though not directly spiritual, she could at times be very superstitious.

Thus far Artemisia had shown no real promise herself—general size and strength aside—until, that is, the King had taken her on as his scholarly student. Now, she was flourishing under his tutelage. Absorbing the foreign words in not only their spoken form, but also the way they were written and read. Geography was less interesting to her, but equally important. She had scrawled an accurate depiction of the surrounding territories from memory, her greatest achievement thus far. She suspected it was mostly due to Sirius' interest in how much her memory could retain, and she hadn't disappointed him there.

Draugr was not alone in her befuddlement at how the seaside pack worked. Already, Arte was beginning to question it herself. The visit to Ichika had prompted this in a most unkind fashion. Kiara had been entirely welcoming and warm to her, despite not knowing her, and such consideration had thrown the child. Until then it hadn't occurred to her that not all the neighboring packs were as hostile as Salsola. Eying the slightly younger woman (they were separated by less than a month, after all), the earth shaded took a passive stance. Her flinch hardly went unnoticed, but she wouldn't apologize for her own actions. Don't do that, we're equals, right? It was a suggestion at best, and left open for disagreement no matter how much she would protest. Her approach had been harmless, she meant the dark woman no harm. You're safe, She insisted, gesturing with empty hands toward her equal as if to show she had nothing that might maim, but understood if it was little help. Her posture in of itself was enough to strike concern into the hearts of some. What're you doing out here?

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