Teeth and Ambitions bared

[Lolita Monroe]

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Yay it's miss Lolita's turn. =D 500+ words. WotD: Tarradiddle. ####It did not really concern her that she hardly recognized anyone in the surrounding group of Dahlians, and those that she did recognize, with the exception of Haku, she only had seen at the last meeting. It was none of her concern whether or not she was well-known in the pack, though it would probably be beneficial to be on relatively good terms with those that she could. The important one, though, she already knew, and Lolita considered herself to be in favor of the blue-eyed devil that led the pack. The Rosen was the most important figure in the pack, and if there was anyone that it was important to know, it was surely him. Eventually, she might branch out and try to know the rest of her pack mates, but she could not forsee this happening any time soon for her. Perhaps this was a good thing, though. There was no need to spend too much time with others, since she had the rest of eternity to do so. Besides, she was in a foul mood lately. ####Lolita's oversized shepherd ears turned automatically toward the voice of her leader, only to quickly fall back again in response to his words. No. It could not possibly be true. This was simply some terrible tarradiddle that Haku thought would be funny. They could not be at war with Inferni, it simply was not possible. Yet, even as these thoughts fought across the wasteland of her mind, Lolita knew that Haku's words were true. She could not ignore the wounds of those present and the ones spoken about a woman not there. It would be traitorous to ignore the wounds of those she was tied to through packship, and she would have been stupid to do so, anyway. The evidence was there. There was no way that she could possibly question the words that the Rosen spoke, knowing them to be true. Lolita did not want them to be true, most certainly, but there was no way that she could possibly pretend that they were not. This was a real, tangible thing happening. ####Emerald eyes remaining hard and unchanged, Lolita stayed silent among the uprising roar of vows for death to the coyotes. She did not know if she would be able to participate. Though she was completely loyal to her Rosen, the idea of fighting against Kaena or Anselm was absolutely sickening. It was beside the point that she was not physically fit to fight, still too thin and with untoned muscles. Fighting was not in her blood, and she was incapable, as evidenced by her failed attack on her uncle. She would stand beside Dahlia and her pack mates, but she did not know if she would be able to fight. Not only did she not want to fight against those she considered her friends (and she conveniently ignored that she had attacked a member of Inferni, as well, something she had pushed from the forefront of her mind ages ago), Lolita did not expect to even be remotely useful in a fight, much less a war, something even worse than your run of the mill fight.

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