04-12-2009, 07:00 PM
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Is this thread ending? And is there an IC thread with Sabeen? Or are we just assuming it? ^=^;
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Cwmfen’s ears flicked with mild irritation at Svara’s insolence, which Cercelee responded to immediately. What made her think that she could speak to Cercelee that way, to even order her? This was perhaps Svara’s greatest flaw, in Cwmfen’s eyes, for the girl could not give respect. Cercelee was first the Rosea, and she was also older than Svara. Both rank and age, to the Caledonian-Korean, required attention first. These things required immediate respect, whether or not that individual had conflicting ideals. And Cwmfen, at that moment, could not see why indeed Svara continued to stay within the pack when, apparently, so many of its members were not to her liking. It seemed to the warrior that the girl superficially respected only Haku and Firefly, and perhaps at times herself. But that was not enough. Svara needed to learn her place within the pack soon or there would be trouble. There was no doubt about that in the warrior’s mind.
Cwmfen was silent as the tension between the Rosea and the Acer elevated, but then the golden mother decided to leave, to excuse herself. There was no doubt in her mind or in Cercelee’s, it seemed, as to where the other female was going. The warrior nodded silently to Cercelee’s orders, offering a simple, “I will,” with that soft voice. Briefly, she considered the other black female; if Cercelee were giving orders to her, then it must mean that they both knew each other and trusted each other, at least to a certain extent. And so satisfied, she was about to leave when Svara moved closer, asking in which direction the den was. The woad bound fingers gently took the girl’s shoulders as she pointed her in the correct direction, murmuring quietly in her ear, “My scent should still be warm, and I have just come from there,” so that only the girl could hear, sparing her any more public humiliation (and she knew that the girl’s pride was becoming increasingly battered). Her hand lingered there for a moment before the white orbs turned a final time to the white Rosea, and then she was gone.
The warrior moved as quickly as her scars would allow, gripping the spear lightly as she moved through the trees. The Raven Spear’s blade, held at a slight angle, sniffed the air before her. And then the Raven himself made his appearance, calling to her. He knew where the Sabeen woman was. And then he lifted off again, rising almost vertically back into the heavens, moving ahead so that the warrior could follow. It was not long before she caught up with Firefly, and she made a silent greeting to her packmate, offering her a light smile and a single wag of her woad tipped tail. She had thought it before and she thought it again. While this golden woman had her flaws, Cwmfen could respect her because of her powerful will. And she hoped that that would not change. And she knew that this female could be volatile, which was why she knew that she had to arrive alongside this woman before things got too out of hand.
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Cwmfen’s ears flicked with mild irritation at Svara’s insolence, which Cercelee responded to immediately. What made her think that she could speak to Cercelee that way, to even order her? This was perhaps Svara’s greatest flaw, in Cwmfen’s eyes, for the girl could not give respect. Cercelee was first the Rosea, and she was also older than Svara. Both rank and age, to the Caledonian-Korean, required attention first. These things required immediate respect, whether or not that individual had conflicting ideals. And Cwmfen, at that moment, could not see why indeed Svara continued to stay within the pack when, apparently, so many of its members were not to her liking. It seemed to the warrior that the girl superficially respected only Haku and Firefly, and perhaps at times herself. But that was not enough. Svara needed to learn her place within the pack soon or there would be trouble. There was no doubt about that in the warrior’s mind.
Cwmfen was silent as the tension between the Rosea and the Acer elevated, but then the golden mother decided to leave, to excuse herself. There was no doubt in her mind or in Cercelee’s, it seemed, as to where the other female was going. The warrior nodded silently to Cercelee’s orders, offering a simple, “I will,” with that soft voice. Briefly, she considered the other black female; if Cercelee were giving orders to her, then it must mean that they both knew each other and trusted each other, at least to a certain extent. And so satisfied, she was about to leave when Svara moved closer, asking in which direction the den was. The woad bound fingers gently took the girl’s shoulders as she pointed her in the correct direction, murmuring quietly in her ear, “My scent should still be warm, and I have just come from there,” so that only the girl could hear, sparing her any more public humiliation (and she knew that the girl’s pride was becoming increasingly battered). Her hand lingered there for a moment before the white orbs turned a final time to the white Rosea, and then she was gone.
The warrior moved as quickly as her scars would allow, gripping the spear lightly as she moved through the trees. The Raven Spear’s blade, held at a slight angle, sniffed the air before her. And then the Raven himself made his appearance, calling to her. He knew where the Sabeen woman was. And then he lifted off again, rising almost vertically back into the heavens, moving ahead so that the warrior could follow. It was not long before she caught up with Firefly, and she made a silent greeting to her packmate, offering her a light smile and a single wag of her woad tipped tail. She had thought it before and she thought it again. While this golden woman had her flaws, Cwmfen could respect her because of her powerful will. And she hoped that that would not change. And she knew that this female could be volatile, which was why she knew that she had to arrive alongside this woman before things got too out of hand.