Danger from mother

Elody Lykoi · 09-22-2012, 11:08 PM

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A sickening twist had started in the belly of the young canine, as the hours past, more and more was the girl noting the wrath of the elements upon them. Her fear was not shown however, as much as she wished to curl up and hope that the worst was not in it for them. In her arms she clutched her young raccoon kit, Rêve close, burying her nose helplessly into the masked creature's fur. Never had she worried so much, hoped that the weather would give mercy on the pack. The sky loomed a doomed grey, and the wind stung her face as it blew past the young coyote. She was cold, her thin body and slick fur making her shiver, despite the cloak wrapped around her lithe form. And from the outside, she entered the cavern, instincts pushing her to get somewhere where water would not reach. Rêve seemed a little frantic, squirming in her arms until the Lykoi princess had to whisper reassuringly "Shush mon bébé ... tout sera bien" It helped momentarily, the little clawed creature scrambled up to her neck and shoulders, taking refuge under her hood and hair. Another shiver wracked her thin body, like a miniature tremor through her world. It was until she heard voices, almost clumsily scrambling to the source. The new Zepar stopped, watching almost dazedly at the group.

She was new, not esteemed.

But recognition took over the subordinate fear, pushing her to stand reassuringly beside Medusa who seemed in the thrawls of freaking out over the coming storm. Ellie did not in any way blame her. Her own silent terror was enough. Never had she experienced a fall storm in her young life, nor did she understand that this was almost always ordinary. All the coyote hybrid could see was that this was some deity's anger, and that the summer sun was taken by the angry grey clouds. She picked out Zayden, following suit behind her, soaking wet. A bit of concern clouded her thoughts, but of course he was simply here for the shelter. Shaking her head as if to clear the wild thoughts of destruction, the armed coyote glanced with vivid green eyes to the Angela, a smile crossing her face as she realized the hands she was put in. Aeron. The girl greeted grimly, nodding her head. All she could do was wait and watch, and do what she was bid.

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