This road we walk, we walk together

Panda Behr · 08-20-2012, 03:39 PM

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Word Count → 653 :: Ohigh...

Tonight we dine in Hell

Seven days of her return to Anathema, and the air was different. She noticed the change right away, the aura of the mountian had become...just...different. Panda could not tell it this was good or bad, and she took this as a bad sign. Venom looked at Panda and wondered if she would be doing some snooping around the spirit world sometime soon. Panda gave him a knowing look, and he got the message that she was going to do what he thought, but they were interupted by the sound of a call. Aeron? Why was the Atheed calling them to arms, when...Panda looked to Venom again and stood up. She sniffed the air and nodded her head. The Atheed had risen to power. That's why the shift in scent and air was different. Panda suddenly felt frigid and stiff, like she couldn't move, but once Venom stood and touched her, she moved from her spot and began to walk out of their den. Venom followed behind her like a protective shadow.

They were in no rush to get to the meeting, for they suspected what the difference was. Why the Atheed had called to them. Alaki, and Naniko's scents were old, and Panda and Venom even went past their dens to see if it was true. The dens were cleaned out. After they had ventured to see if their suspicions were true, the two wiccans moved towards the meeting that they had been called to. Panda wondered how well this Atheed knew the religion of Anathema. For Panda had never seen the woman put together a meeting, a ceremony. Would it be fair to give the cult to just the Atheed? Did Alaki, no, not Alaki, because he was much of an idiot..Did Naniko really think that Aeron could run a cult? Panda asked herself these questions, and the thought made her spine quiver. A cold, almost electric shiver running up her spine, and it made her ridge bristle up and her neck fluff out. Venom chuckled at the woman's sudden fluffyness, since he was able to notice, but he stopped chuckling once he saw her aura shift. He didn't like that shift.

They entered the main cave, where they found the shadow and rust form of their daughter standing behind the sole being that now commanded them. Aeron. The Corson and the Dasa both looked at their daughter first, and then to the once Atheed, turned Angela. Panda could only wonder of the next rank changes to come upon them. Panda was not stupid, no, for every pack had their promotions, every rise to power came the rise of others to secure their rank. Their supermecy. Panda wanted to know who. Aeron was a higher rank than the Behr woman, so she showed that, by the folding back of her half-ears. Her half-tail hung limp against her studded shorts that she wore and she looked at the golden woman and then she looked at Charm briefly. Just a glance at the woman that was mated with Aeron, nothing more, nothing less. Panda looked back at Aeron then, with a cocked brow and slightly tilted her head. She did not speak. No. However, Venom's gaze remained fixed on his daughter, his brows slightly furrowed as to what she was doing. He also was looking at her aura, and the aura of the new Angela. He was silent as well, he showed his submissiveness by the adversion of his gaze. He did not look at the Angela, for he was looking though her, and at her Aura.

Panda noticed their friends in the crowd, Ayasha and her pups, as well as Mido. She did not speak to them, but she did give them each a look of acknowledgement before she returned her dark chocolate gaze to the woman who now led them.

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