04-29-2009, 03:55 PM
She knew that it wasn't smart to lie to the male as it seemed that he was the leader. If she could get her fangs into the character that forgot to mention that the one eyed male just so happened to be in charge of the pack they'd sent her off to find she would. Instead for now she was going to keep her story as close to the truth as possible, without giving herself away. She lowered her gaze from the male after she'd finished speaking, waiting to see if she would be thrown back into the wilds or if he thought there was any way to civil the child before him.
Her head lifted slightly when he spoke, her silvery eyes, the orbs that belonged to her grandmother, stole a glance at the face of the male that was suppose to be her father, but even now she would never call him that or believe that he could ever truly be anything more than a murderer to her. How he'd risen to lead a pack was beyond her, but perhaps the ability to kill was required of a leader in these parts. Soon enough she'd be able to figure things out but for now she just had to get in.
She glanced to the side, sighing softly at the questions she'd been asked. "We travel together, times they stop coming to den. Maybe find own pack.." she furrowed her brows in annoyance as she shook her head, the jewels, feathers and bits of beadwork in her mane clicking softly. It was true that the boys often didn't return to the temporary den that they'd first stayed at but like she felt about their duty the others were probably just searching to and fro, up and down for the man who was more beast than anything.
"Come from north?" she said, though doubtful. She wasn't exactly sure how far they'd come but the movement of the coast in these area was strange and though walking it for a long time she'd found herself turned almost every direction by the time they'd arrived in the territories. She raised her eyes up to look at him once more, the confusion of the question showing, yet there was one that she could tell him without trying to think up a lie or trying to show as little detail as she could, being raised speaking French had it's own little advantages here that she had never thought of.
"I, Miriette.." she said as she straightened up, proud of her name even if the whole world she'd left behind knew her to be nothing more than a bastard git. The product of rape and a scar to the happy life the people who had taken them in lived.
Her head lifted slightly when he spoke, her silvery eyes, the orbs that belonged to her grandmother, stole a glance at the face of the male that was suppose to be her father, but even now she would never call him that or believe that he could ever truly be anything more than a murderer to her. How he'd risen to lead a pack was beyond her, but perhaps the ability to kill was required of a leader in these parts. Soon enough she'd be able to figure things out but for now she just had to get in.
She glanced to the side, sighing softly at the questions she'd been asked. "We travel together, times they stop coming to den. Maybe find own pack.." she furrowed her brows in annoyance as she shook her head, the jewels, feathers and bits of beadwork in her mane clicking softly. It was true that the boys often didn't return to the temporary den that they'd first stayed at but like she felt about their duty the others were probably just searching to and fro, up and down for the man who was more beast than anything.
"Come from north?" she said, though doubtful. She wasn't exactly sure how far they'd come but the movement of the coast in these area was strange and though walking it for a long time she'd found herself turned almost every direction by the time they'd arrived in the territories. She raised her eyes up to look at him once more, the confusion of the question showing, yet there was one that she could tell him without trying to think up a lie or trying to show as little detail as she could, being raised speaking French had it's own little advantages here that she had never thought of.
"I, Miriette.." she said as she straightened up, proud of her name even if the whole world she'd left behind knew her to be nothing more than a bastard git. The product of rape and a scar to the happy life the people who had taken them in lived.