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06-04-2015, 05:43 PM
Hotaru
and Alice
On a wave of stubborn elegance she descends from her throne, the barest of excuses - why does she need to utter them? She is beyond their control now - flitting past her lips before she escapes the narrow passageways into the world beyond. For a herd meeting it had been disastrous, and though a few errant comments had made their way home for the dangerous maiden, she had prevailed in the end. Arah's bitterness did not touch nor influence her, and she shrugged it away. If they would not believe in the prowess that she had already displayed, well...she would simply have to continue proving them wrong. As she always had. She would prove that she earned her crown, it was not simply handed to her like an errant gift. With all the notches on her belt, Hotaru had thought maybe she'd actually proven herself. Snorting softly into the frigid air, the woman watched her breath cloud and cloy around her pale whiskers. Bring it on, she thought vehemently, bicolored orbs flashing in the greyed-out light. Alice huffed at her side in wordless, primordial assent and acquiescence. They were a pair, a devastating machine. Hotaru would lead her herd into the light, would make sure they were powerful in ways beyond militaristic prowess. Just because they lived in throes of bitterness and archaic reasoning did not mean Hotaru could not show them a new way to live. She would do her daughters proud, would give them an example to follow, and that was the everlasting motivation behind most of her successes. Speaking of...Alice, who had bounded ahead into the snow, shoveling her muzzle deep into the frigid drifts, had made it to the copse of the beach's oxymoron cold sands. A flash of an image inside her head, an unmistakable figure painted in hues of pinkened red, glassy horns peeking above her wild, tumultuous hair. Arya. Amazonian princess. Daughter. A smile creased on the woman's face as she descended the embankment, snow filtering onto sand, trailing lovingly after her delicate hooves. Ahead of her, Alice raced, unrestrained and childish with nobody to impress at that moment. Hotaru asked much of the pup, and she excelled at every turn, impressing and endearing the woman ever further were it physically possible. The pup crashed into the water, yelped at the cold, and sprang right back out, bobbing and weaving excitedly through Arya's legs. Hotaru laughed softly at her antics and moved closer, eyes uncharacteristically warm as they fell upon her sole daughter. "Hello, my huntress," she cooed, moving to offer her muzzle to the young girl in familial greeting. "Quite a herd meeting," she commented, eyes watching Arya for her reaction. She and Mirabella had been starstruck at her ascension, and it had made her heart swell so far with love she felt as if she'd burst to see their pride, their hopes and dreams written into their features. But how had she reacted to Arah's disapproval, her outbursts, and Hotaru's reaction? The Lady only wanted to guide her daughters down the right path, and didn't want Arya to think that her promotion to being a leader of the Basin would mean their time together would suffer. Twisted it to post-meeting to make it all the more interesting for @[Knox] ;D |
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