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The current season is fall in the Southern Isles. Due to their proximity to the equator, the region is still warm. There is currently no breeding and no birthing amongst the wolves
but in dark times, when we close our eyes, it’s a nightmare, it’s a nightmare. when the sun don’t shine we lose our minds but i swear, we can get there.
The grey pup wanted to explore.
As she made her journey through the jungle, the midday light shone through the branches with a fervor, warming the wet earth under her paws. She didn’t fully appreciate the land that she’d been blessed to live in, at least not during the day. Lethe missed the night sky when the moon rested. Nighttime was better, but she felt tired then. She wondered if she could change the way she lived so that she could be awake then.
The trees began to clear, and she came upon a basin of water surrounded with rocks. The edges of the water were green, but as the shallow water crawled towards the middle, it became clearer and clearer. Lethe could almost see the bottom.
She had felt sad to leave Willow, but she wasn’t sure if her little sister would want to make such a journey, and sometimes she wondered if her little legs got tired when they walked for a long time. She didn’t want to exclude her, but she worried. Plus, she wanted to go see the other pups she had heard about. Their Seraphim, Valeria, had puppies too, Lethe knew. She hadn’t met them yet, but she could smell them around in the rocks. They had been here.
It occurred to her that maybe there was a reason she hadn’t met the other pups yet, but shrugged it off. They’d like her; her siblings certainly seemed to. The Seraphim wouldn’t mind. The tiny fae was brave. She could do this.
Lethe stepped carefully over the rocks and looked into the cool water. Her orange eyes sparkled back at her, and the little girl smiled, looking over her shoulder to see if the Goddess was watching her. She wasn’t. She’d almost forgotten that she went to sleep during the day, and let the sun warm the earth so she could guard it at night. But she knew then that she was only waiting at the bottom of the pool.
The silver hued femme dipped her nose into the water before she reeled back slightly. It was so cold! This water was much clearer than the stuff they had in the jungle. Tentatively she poked her tongue into the water, startled by the salty taste. It was weird, and made her tongue feel dry, but the Goddess loved water, so she did too. She could make it move towards and away from the earth. This water only rippled in the wind, but the fae imagined that she did that, too.
Suddenly, Lethe heard a rustling in the trees behind her. She almost thought she saw a pair of eyes and raised her tail and chin like Auntie Jaienyx did. She made her voice as strong as she could. “I am called Lethe, daughter of Athena,” she said with an eloquence she thought would have made her role model proud.
When nothing returned her introduction, she shook her pelt. Must have been a stoat, she thought, and walked on proudly.
It wasn’t long before she heard the rusting again. “Hello?” she called, sure her voice must have shook. She remembered her mothers warning about something called a jaguar that lived in Kal’dyne. Lethe didn’t know what it was, but she knew it could rip her apart with its claws. She was suddenly fearful. She’d made a mistake in straying so far! The little wolf stood her ground as long as she dared before darting behind a tree. “Stay back, jaguar!” she cried, almost whimpering.
How would she get out of this mess?
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(to clarify, it's probably Arya stalking her, not a jaguar. xD POWERPLAY AHOY.)
The pups had begun to explore out of the den, but they never went too far from it. And the runt of the litter, Arya, was always obeying her mother's command. She knew better than to wander too far from the safety of the den, but sometimes her curiosity overwhelmed her. Just... was there more to life than being surrounded by darkness? What was far away from home? What excitements awaited her? Her little heart was always wanting to go out, to explore, yet her shy nature always told her to stay. But today, though, she decided to explore the water-based surroundings that embraced her den. Peeking her head from the entrance of the den, her bright, pale green eyes scanned the area before walking away. Her little heart was beating fast, nervous about being caught, but equally excited to finally explore all on her own. Little paws left pawprints on the mud, the brown substance getting embedded in her white fur. Yawning, she kept walking, looking at the trees and foliage around her, until she found the water pool.
It was in here that she thought that her brother, Levi, was drowning. She had come to his aid, jumping in the waters to save him from his impending doom, but all she received was scolding and almost drowning herself. Her little heart still ached from that day, but she knew that she had to forgive him. It was her brother, after all, and she knew that maybe one day he would enjoy her company. But she had all the time of the world to think about that--she had just begun her life and it was already proving to be a handful... As she walked, lost in her thoughts, she caught a scent of another wolf not so far away. At first, she was incredibly scared, automatically whimpering and trembling at the thought of being hurt or taken away from her family. But she kept walking, head low on the ground, and hid behind some foliage. Peeking her head out of the plants, observing a small, silvery pup about her age talking out loud. “I am called Lethe, daughter of Athena,” the small pup said proudly and loudly, and her voice made Arya giggle. She looked so silly! Arya took another step, and caused even more rustling... Arya was taken aback when she heard Lethe talk to a jaguar, and Arya's stomach felt tight, her nerves taking her senses and making her dart away in panic to where Lethe was standing. "A-Ah, a j-j-jaguar!? Where?! Oh, NO! M-M-MOMMY!" she said, trembling and hiding in front of the other pup. Her paws covered her eyes, and her tail was tucked beneath her legs, and she was trembling in fear.
But... after a few seconds, she noticed that in fact... there was no jaguar. Removing one paw from her eyes, she lifted her head to search for the supposed jaguar... but there was nothing. Smiling timidly at the other wolf, she sat down, still shaken by what had happened. "H-hey, t-there... I'm sorry I-I scared y-you." She then wagged her tail slowly, her usual curiosity taking over her once more. She already knew the other's name, so she thought it'd be polite to introduce herself properly. She stood up, and lowered her head in a gracious meeting just like her mom had taught her, her tail wagging and eyes glistening. "M-My n-name is Arya!"
It was out of nowhere. A stuttering mess of a pup, only just barely smaller than she was, flew behind the tree she was hiding behind and cowered in front of her. Lethe took a step back, bright fire eyes open wide, staring at the white ball in front of her. She covered her eyes with muddy paws, getting flecks of mud on her otherwise pristine white fur. She trembled.
Lethe was too stunned to speak, staring at the tiny creature with a mixture of curiosity and utter confusion. She walked slowly around, lowering herself to ground level as the pup lifted a paw from her face and smiled. As she lifted her head, Lethe mirrored her. She’d utterly forgotten about the jaguar, and was suddenly struck with the realization that what she’d thought was a big cat was, in fact, this puff.
“I’m sorry I scared you,” the other pup stuttered, and Lethe tried to stifle the nervous giggle that threatened to spring from her chest. “I wasn’t scared,” she said quietly, puffing her chest out, trying to channel as much Jaienyx as she could. It wasn’t working. Her voice shook slightly, but as the pup wagged her tail, Lethe couldn’t help but let herself relax.
“Arya,” she repeated, eyes wide, as the other bowed at her. She did the same, even though she didn’t know what the pup was doing. Jaienyx never bowed to her. She eyed her, curious. “You look like my mom,” she said to the other fae. “She’s white like you.” Though, she thought, the pup looked silly with mud on her face, so Lethe reached out to her and cleaned it off in a swift lick. “Well, now you do. You had mud on there,” she giggled, her heart warming to the temperature her eyes always portrayed. How could she be scared of the white pup? She seemed nice!
“Are you a Valyn wolf, too?” Lethe asked Arya, wondering who she was. She asked with a sense of pride. She knew this was Valyn territory, and she smelled all sorts of wolves around, but she didn’t know much about their Seraphim, Valeria, except that she was black and had magical, beautiful gold on her. It must have been the touch of the Goddess. However, this pup wasn’t black or gold. Then again, what did she know about pup colors? Her mom was white, and they’d all turned out sooty except Tempest, and even she had colors dotted in her white coat.
To prove herself, she spoke again. “I have a brother, but Mother doesn’t like him. I’m glad you’re a girl.” Lethe was blunt, but she wanted to seem as though she fit in with the rest of the pack. She puffed out her chest again and ruffled herself proudly. She knew Valyn viewed females as more powerful, even though she didn’t mind the Boy. It occurred to her that she hadn’t seen him when she left, and for a brief moment, she wondered where he’d gone. The thought came and went like the tide, gone as fast as it had come.
The little femme was back in the present, sitting on her haunches to meet the gaze of the white wolf before her, one ear cocked curiously.
The now mud-filled pup was wagging her tail when she saw that this other wolf was a girl and that she was nice! Her little heart raced in joy and excitement... how relieved she was that there was no actual jaguar! Arya smiled when Lethe said that she was not scared. Her tail wagged and her marbled eyes glistened with glee. Then Lethe told her that she looked like her mom. Arya was clueless about the mud on her face, but Lethe quickly took care of that problem by licking it away. "T-thank you," she said as she was being cleaned from the mud she had accidentally gotten in her face. Lethe then asked her if she was a Valyn nod, to which Arya nodded. She then said that she had a brother that her mother didn't like, and Arya felt bad about him. She saw no reason to not like someone because they were a boy, and it was strange to her. Would Lethe have treated her differently if she were a boy? She thought that was bad.
"M-My mom is the S-Sera... Sera... S-Serafun? Serafeen? Seraph. Argh." Arya struggled with her words before giving up on trying to spell it. Arya then looked at her and tilted her head. "W-Why d-doesn't y-your mom l-like your b-brother? J-Just because he's a b-boy?" she questioned and a small frown formed on her features. She was confused, so maybe Lethe knew why. "I-I have a b-brother too. H-His name is Le-Leviathan. I-I love him b-but he isn't so n-nice with me." Arya frowned once more, reviving in her head the events of the other day in which she almost drowned and he only scolded her. She had no clue, but when she looked at his eyes he was... missing something. Arya couldn't decipher what, exactly, but she sure knew that it was something about his emotions. Arya looked at Lethe, erasing her negative thoughts and focusing on her new pal. Who knew? Maybe they could be best friends one day! How exciting!
Lethe waited patiently as Arya stuttered through her words, the female not letting on that anything was different about her newfound friend’s speech pattern. She knew enough to feel like that was rude to point something like that out to someone. And as she realized what the white fluff wolf was trying to say, her eyes widened. “Seraphim!” she exclaimed, bowing. “So you’re like a princess!” Despite what she thought, it turns out she had come to the right place, and she felt proud of herself internally.
However, Arya’s face soon turned to confusion as she told Lethe about her brother. She wasn’t sure exactly what to say. “My brother is nice, mostly. He doesn’t say a whole lot,” she confessed, backpedaling slightly at the young pup’s reaction. Hadn’t her mother told her that females were of utmost importance? Didn’t the Seraphim believe that? Suddenly, she was mimicking the same slightly confused expression on her new friend’s maw. “I don’t know why she doesn’t like him, really,” she said curiously. “I guess it’s because he’s a boy, but I don’t know what’s wrong with him.”
Arya made her think. She hadn’t really considered the reasons for her mother and Jaienyx’s dislike for the Boy, or why females were truly superior. Sure, she was bigger than her siblings—maybe all females were bigger than the boys. She was stronger, too—for now, anyway. She made a mental note to keep being stronger than her brother. But maybe she didn’t have to be. It was all very confusing, and Lethe shook the thought away. She didn’t want the daughter of the Seraphim to think she wasn’t good.
Lethe looked about, scanning the area around them for signs of her leader’s other offspring. “Are they around?” she asked carefully. “Your siblings, I mean. Mine are far away. I came here to find you guys, I think,” she said proudly. She wondered what Willow was doing, and how she’d find her way back to her family. Lethe was pretty sure she could do it, but that worried her a little bit. Would her mother be angry that she left?
She almost laughed at the thought. She would probably be angry for a moment, but then just glad Lethe was safe. At least she hoped.
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( lethe ) ( "oblivion" ) ( six month old tundra mix ) ( valyn vessel ) ( biography )
It was unbecoming to spy, which was precisely why she refused to call what she was doing by such an unappealing name; she was simply observing, and frankly, she was right to be doing so, for when the conversation between the two puppies turned onto a rather sensitive topic, she was appalled by the words that she heard: Lethe didn’t know what was wrong with The Boy, and Arya loved her brother even though he was sometimes mean to her. She dismissed their blossoming thoughts with a hasty flick of her golden ear, knowing that it was now appropriate to make her presence known and, if possible, correct their wayward mindsets. She wouldn’t tolerate the next generation of Valyn wolves believing that there wasn’t anything wrong with the males. If they were beginning to have doubts, then she would make it her mission to ensure that they left today with not a trace of doubt on their impressionable minds. Males were an abomination, even the kind ones, and they weren’t to be pitied no matter how harsh the mistreatment.
She maneuvered through the thick foliage gracefully, the golden colouration of her fur now plainly visible since she was no longer trying to conceal herself. Letha and Arya would have no way of knowing that she had been listening to them, but nevertheless she wanted them to be afraid that she heard, to be afraid that there was even a slight chance that she knew they were beginning to question the morals that were being instilled within them. It was with great purpose that they wanted their daughters, the fresh faces of Valyn, to understand that males weren’t to be trusted; they would be taught the mistakes that their mothers had made so that they wouldn’t risk repeating them. All she knew was that if either of these two young she-wolves belonged to her, she would discipline them without remorse, making sure that no part of them continued to be curious about the faults that came with being a male. That was not the case, however, and since she knew that their real mothers likely wouldn’t appreciate her partaking in such a harsh scolding, she plastered a friendly smile on her face.
“Arya,” she knew that she would be nothing more than a stranger to Valeria’s daughter, but she had taken it upon herself to know the names of all of the newborn females, so she wouldn’t go out of her way to make herself appear blind to who it was that she shared a pack with. “And Lethe.” There was a warmth in her voice as she addressed Athena’s eldest daughter, having found herself growing fond of the three females in her friend’s litter despite her cold, cold heart. “I see your brothers haven’t accompanied you today, very good.” It was an indirect way of commenting on their former subject, the approval visible on her face, wanting both of them to observe the emotion and understand that it had made her happy. It would be best for them to spend as little time with their brothers as possible; that way, they could avoid finding themselves attached. Even though she had heard them talking, she feigned otherwise, not wanting to frighten either of them by making them think that they had done something worth being ashamed of - even though they had. She didn’t like that Arya was making Lethe question herself. She didn’t like that she was openly speaking of how fond she was of Leviathan. It had to be put to a stop, and Jaienyx would do everything in her power to make sure that Arya understood, and that Lethe recalled, how pathetic and wrong it was to express love.
Especially for a male.
--- Tags: @arya , Lethe Word Count: 624. OOC: Nile and I discussed in PM having Jaienyx join this thread so she could have some in-character interaction with Lethe. If there's an issue with that just let me know and I'll remove my post.
Last Edit: May 11, 2015 21:11:42 GMT -5 by Jaienyx
Arya's features lightened when Lethe said the word she tried to pronounce. Seraphim! She wagged her tail again, then suddenly stopped when the other said that she was like a princess. She had never thought of it that way, and for a moment she felt weird by the word. But she smiled anyway and wagged her tail again because it was kind of the truth, even if she felt too small for such a big title. “My brother is nice, mostly. He doesn’t say a whole lot. I don’t know why she doesn’t like him, really... I guess it’s because he’s a boy, but I don’t know what’s wrong with him.” Arya frowned at Lethe's words, because she simply didn't understand why did boys get treated so differently. They were all equal in her mind--same bodies, same fur, same ears, same tail... they were wolves. And she had no idea why being a boy was so bad and repulsive. Arya then perked her ears when Lethe spoke again, asking for her other siblings. "T-they were in th-the den earlier. Ma-Maybe they're o-outside p-playing. Or-Or sleeping."
Suddenly, a voice came from behind them, making Arya squeal and jump in fright. She thought the jaguar had appeared for real this time, and she quickly jumped and fell on her chest, hiding her eyes behind her paws, dirtying her face with dry mud once more. However, once removing one paw from one eye, it was a big, golden-white wolf with very dark brown eyes. She was so pretty but her eyes kinda scared Arya. Once mentioning their names, she said something that made Arya kind of confused. “I see your brothers haven’t accompanied you today, very good.” Arya made a confused expression and sat down in front of the tall female."G-Good?" she began, "I-I d-don't see wh-why it's g-good." Tilting her head, she awaited for the adult's response.
The silvery femme listened to her newfound friend as she commented on her brothers and sisters. She couldn’t help but feel that she was talking to a kind of royalty, and suddenly she wanted to watch her tongue. It was important that the daughter of the Seraphim thought highly of her—at least at the time. Lethe felt herself becoming more hardened in herself every moment she lived. She felt words pool in the back of her throat, threatening to spring forth like the venom of a snake. She wondered if that was what she’d become. She wasn’t sure if she hoped so or not.
Before she could respond to Arya, a familiar face pulled out of the woody foliage. Instantly, Lethe was both excited and anxious. “Jaienyx!” she said politely with affection and exclamation, dipping her head. She knew her Auntie didn’t like it when she bounded up to her, preferring the more subtle of affections, and while she could keep her paws from running to the wolf who was almost like an idol to her, she couldn’t forbid her tail from beginning a gentle thrum from behind her frame. But before she spoke any more, she considered what Jaienyx had said. Very good, that The Boy hadn’t been there. Tiny prickles of panic dripped over her whiskers. Had she heard what they were talking about?
Thankfully, Arya spoke before she did. Lethe joined the white fae in sitting before Jaienyx, though not before issuing a quick lick to the adult’s chin, almost shy for her affections. Truth be told, she looked to Jaienyx even more highly than her own mother—her smooth words sounded like molten gold being poured into a perfect mold and her demeanor was as cold and proud as the jewelry that would result. There was nothing else Lethe would rather become. Instead of speaking, she waited for her golden superior to talk—she had heard the rationale before, but she had faltered in her thinking by herself. The message hadn’t stuck, and it made her almost sad. It had set in enough, hadn’t it? She thought herself above The Boy. She knew she was better than him. She just didn’t see him as worthless, and she’d miss him if he ever left.
Lethe would be whatever it took to make her role model proud, but Jaienyx would surely find her weak if she discovered her lack of resolve and independent thought about the matters of equality. But even at a young age, with young blood and young thoughts, Lethe would be the great pretender with the airtight mask. And so she dipped her head in respect of her elder and awaited her response, affectionate and admiring eyes fixed on the one she so wished she could wholly please.
Arya was messy. There was no better way to explain it. She would’ve liked to think highly of Valeria’s litter, to believe wholeheartedly that the future Seraphim of Valyn would be a deserving female of respectable demeanor, but it was a difficult future to conjure when all she had seen of the commanding female’s pups thus far was males and a jumpy, stuttering female that couldn’t keep her paws clean. She regarded the daughter of the Seraphim with eyes of black ice, clearly unimpressed with what she was seeing. Lethe was much more tolerable a presence, much more believable as a daughter of their leader, and she could only hope that a bit of her more . . . acceptable qualities would rub off on Arya in time. She lifted her chin by only a fraction as Lethe moved forward to gently lapse at the golden fur, not nearly as hungry for the puppy’s affections as she appeared to be for Jaienyx’s, but nonetheless content in the face of her admiration.
Her attention fixated upon Arya with quiet intensity, fire in her eyes as she willed the child to realize her mistake. “Allow me to tell you a story.” Not once did she avert her eyes from the vivid green of Arya’s, but she motioned for Lethe to listen with a curt toss of her head; she knew who it was that required convincing, and she wouldn’t stop until Arya was no longer spreading word of males and their supposed worth. She wouldn’t stand for the minds of the proper females to be tainted by false knowledge. “There was once a young girl, a girl who was very beautiful, just like the both of you -” the compliment was sweet, intended to make both of them smile; though most would be far less manipulative in their means for stating such a thing. “- where she came from equality was not frowned upon, not at first anyway. She grew up seeing males and females treated quite similarly, but nonetheless she came to have the ideals that here, in Valyn, we enforce most strictly, and there’s a good reason for that.” She paused momentarily, wanting to ensure that both pups were paying close attention. She rather hated having to repeat herself. “Males attempted to take advantage of this sweet girl time and time again throughout her life. They were bigger than her you see, stronger too, and that made them believe that they had every right to make her feel small and insignificant. When she reached a certain age, she was expected to breed - it was not a choice. No part of her wanted to, but she was not allowed to be exempt. If she didn’t want to have this forced upon her, she had to run very far away, and that’s exactly what she did so that she might escape her fate. If not for males, she would’ve never had to leave her family and her home behind.” A flicker of sadness danced through her features before as quick as lightning it vanished, her face returning to that of expressionless stone. “The story that I’ve told you is true, every word of it. We’ve made the mistake of trusting males in our lifetime, and we’ve suffered the consequences of that and lived to tell the tale so that you, our girls, wouldn’t have to. You cannot afford to repeat our mistakes. Do you understand me?”
All of the kindness had up and drained itself from her face, the line of her mouth tight and unwavering. She needed Arya and Lethe to understand how vile males were capable of being - how vile they were. Their charming smiles weren’t true of them, their kind words were never honest nor sincere; with their undeniable strength they could be monsters if they wanted to be, and there were few things that Jaienyx believed more than the sad truth that most of them did want to be, if not only because they could be. That belief had only been affirmed by her travels across the continent. In Valyn, the girls could be sheltered from what miserable lives awaited them beyond their safe, reliable borders.
Arya's eyes were fixed on the tall female that spoke bad things about males. As the golden female spoke, Arya sat trying to understand what the older femme was saying, and none of it was making sense. She knew that her brother was rude to her, and that he repeatedly said mean things to her... but she still didn't think any less of him, or that he wasn't worth fighting for. She listened to Jaienyx's story, and for a moment she felt really sorry for the female that went through that. Those males, like her brother, mistreated females, so maybe Jaienyx did have a point. But still, she knew not all males were like that. There had to be one male that was different from the rest. She knew it, and she felt it in her heart.
"W-Well," Arya said with her trademark stutter after Jaienyx had finished speaking, "I-If you s-say so, t-then o-okay. B-But I still thi-think that it-it's not f-fair t-to say that b-because there are g-good b-boys l-like my bro-brother Valh-Valhalla." She stood up in all fours, her little heart racing, starting to think she had said something she shouldn't have--but still, she was saying the truth, in her mind. She would never comprehend why males were treated differently--her brother Valhalla was very nice to her, even if Levi wasn't. It was by this example that she had learned that not all males were monsters that were to be feared. She knew girls were strong and awesome! But boys were awesome too, even if she knew there were not-so awesome ones. But still, she loved all of her siblings equally, but she felt much closer to Valhalla than the others; for some reason, she could feel like she could be herself, and she felt like she could tell him anything and everything to him, and he'd always be the same. That's why she loved him so much, and feared the possibility of loosing him forever. Standing still, her little body was tense, hoping that Jaienyx wasn't mad at her.
“Don’t be foolish.” The look she gave Arya was downright chilling, rattled all the way into her bones, displeasure rocketing down the length of her spine at the sound of the young child using her voice to defend the worthless gender. “A good boy doesn’t exist. To believe otherwise is ruinous.” If only she had found something else to believe in. The kind of devotion that Arya was exhibiting was promising, a telling sign that she had some powerful blood in her veins after all, but she was putting the gift to bad use. To hold males in as high of a regard as she seemed to would only work against her in Valyn, for her viewpoint was among the minority, and to discuss it with pack members like Jaienyx, who left no room for outside interpretation, would only create a terrible image for herself around Kal’dyne.
Her distaste was clearer than the sky on a summer morning, her flawless face having molded itself into a frown. Briefly, the huntress lifted her chin and gestured towards Lethe. “Whatever you might think of Valhalla, keep it to yourself. Better yet, don’t even think it in the first place. Athena has worked hard to instill a favourable opinion within her daughters, and I won’t stand for you attempting to waver Lethe from knowing her rights from her wrongs.” She didn’t even spare a glance in Lethe’s direction, expectant that the puppy was in full agreement with whatever she had to say on the matter; she had proven her admiration on countless occasions, and Jaienyx wasn’t about to doubt it when she was relying on it most. “I have tried to spare you from learning the truth the hard way, Arya - if you choose to disregard my warning, to disrespect my word so greatly, I cannot stop you -” she considered how different the case would be had Arya been her own daughter, “- but I will not pity you in the slightest when a male, be it one of your own brothers or another entirely, makes an example out of you just as they did the child in my story.” The proud female huffed, unable to tell when she had taken it too far. It was likely that her words would upset the pup, but she was in no position to care, Arya’s determination having very well driven her towards speaking so passionately of her disapproval. She had never been one to apologize for her rather volatile actions, and she wasn’t going to start anytime soon.
--- Tags: @arya , Lethe Word Count: 422. OOC: Since Nile is going to have a bit of an extended absence and requested that her characters be skipped for the time being, I went ahead and posted again with Jaienyx! On a side note, I apologize if Jaienyx's harsher side traumatizes Arya. xD When males are the topic she gets fed up very quickly.
Arya's ears perked up at the harsh tone of the older femme's voice, and when she called her foolish, her small body began to feel something she had never experienced before. It wasn't sadness or agony, like she had experienced with Leviathan... it was a fire, a heat in her system and bones that shook her up, made her want to snarl and to tell her so many things. But it was weird, because at the same time, she wanted to cry. The femme kept speaking, telling her to not speak about Valhalla, and then Arya got even more angry when the Jaeinyx kept speaking so badly about males. “I have tried to spare you from learning the truth the hard way, Arya - if you choose to disregard my warning, to disrespect my word so greatly, I cannot stop you,but I will not pity you in the slightest when a male, be it one of your own brothers or another entirely, makes an example out of you just as they did the child in my story.” Arya tilted her head at the mention of the pup in the story, trying to figure out who this pup was. She had no clue, but seeing the golden wolf speak about it so passionately made her confused... and even more angry.
Arya's small eyes got really intense for a moment, and as she lifted up her small frame, she looked at the golden arctic and inspected her from head to toe in a rather spiteful way, foreign for a pup of her age. "W-with all due res-respect, y-ou can't c-change m-my mind. My-My brother is-is th-the ex...exception. Y-You can't speak about h-him with-without knowing h-him, M-Miss Jaeinyx," she huffed, her body still shaking by the anger she had inside. She had no idea about this emotion, and she had never felt it before, but all she wanted to do was run and cry. It was not fair, this golden wolf lady had never met Valhalla, and the way that she was talking about him made her feel horrible. The overwhelming sense of emotions began to cloud her already fragile mind as she burst into tears while she looked at Jaienyx intensely, for a moment forgetting that she was only a pup in the presence of an adult. She forgot about her own size and forgot about her position within the pack, but she thought that Valhalla was her prince and her guardian, and no one could ever change that, no matter who tried to step in her way.
JaienyxLetheSurprisingly, Arya got mad, not scared. xD But the thing is that this is all part of her process growing up, she is one passionate lil' pup. I'd love to see her get in a heated debate with Jaienyx once she grows up. It would be fun.
That she had the nerve to look at Jaienyx with fire in her eyes, like she was every bit as much of an adult, like her opinion actually held any merit whatsoever, didn’t help to soothe the ire that was growing inside of the golden femme in return to the pup’s own. She wouldn’t be treated in such a manner, especially by one so young and inexperienced with the world; she had stood by her obnoxious belief in the face of one much larger than her, an alpha, and if this mere puppy thought she could get away with behaviour like that, she was in for a horribly rude awakening. She didn’t miss the way that Arya attempted to make herself bigger, and this caused Jaienyx to take a gracious step forward, invading the youth’s space and making it into her own, accepting the outrageous child’s challenge for what it was. “How dare you!” She had never been so thoroughly disrespected, and to think it was the Seraphim’s daughter made it that much worse; she was undeserving of her place in Valyn.
“I have met Valhalla, child, and had it been otherwise I would still speak of him in whichever manner I chose. It’s not your place to tell an adult what she can or cannot do.” Every word was true. Arya’s brother had followed Jaienyx deep into the jungle on a previous outing of hers for the simple sake of presenting her with a flower. It had been admittedly kind of him, but her opinion still stood strong, it was unchanging, and she’d never say aloud that a male was capable of being on par with a female. Jaienyx didn’t break eye contact with the enraged puppy as she moved around her, sheltering Lethe with the entirety of her body. Until Arya learned some respect, and learned when it was best to keep her mouth shut, Jaienyx wouldn’t tolerate her being around Athena’s young - she sought to make that painfully clear. “You’re the Seraphim’s daughter, and it’s about time you act like it. Lethe,” the Fury turned away sharply, dark eyes fixating on Lethe, the look on her face one of obvious detestment for the other member of their party. “I’ll take you back to your mother and sisters. This isn’t the kind of company for you to keep.” She wasn’t about to hopelessly linger to hear anymore of Arya’s argumentation. She was finished with the child, and she feared that if she stayed any longer, her actions would quickly become far less kind.
She had never wanted offspring of her own, but perhaps… after encountering Arya, she almost desired a litter just so that she’d have young minds to carve specifically against her appalling belief.
--- Tags: @arya , Lethe Word Count: 457. OOC: I thought this could be a good place to end the thread? Jaienyx has had about enough of Arya for the time being, and if she ever saw her again it would be too soon. xD I think it would be fun to do another thread with these two once Arya is a little older!
Last Edit: Jun 28, 2015 13:05:08 GMT -5 by Jaienyx
Lethe had been a statue as the two of them spoke, stoic and respectful. She had heard the story before, and watched the sadness flicker behind Jaienyx’s eyes, only there for a moment, too fleeting to be held onto. The tiny femme had begun to wonder if the female in the story was the golden goddess herself. She never talked about her family or where she came from—but then again, neither did her mother. It seemed that no one wanted to discuss what they had been through, and the small creature was wise enough to know not to pry.
But it made her nervous. Would she too, one day, look back upon her life in pain and grief, told to pups in the form of a story? Would she too have to blink as she told them to keep her sorrow undetected?
In childlike optimism, she shook the thought away. She was being raised here, in Valyn—and here she would stay. Happiness existed in her world, amongst her family, and she did not intend to let it shatter. She simply couldn’t imagine it.
Shaken by the mention of her mother’s name, Lethe snapped back into the focus of the conversation before her own name was brought to fruition. Arya had made her question. Jaienyx was right about that. But it made her sad to think of her newest friend being hurt by one of her brothers. Valhalla. His name sounded like a symphony, and suddenly Lethe wanted to meet him, if he were truly as wonderful as Arya claimed. She had only met one other male in her whole life, and that was The Boy. It struck her that her friend’s brother had a name and hers did not. And these were the children of the Seraphim... silently, and without outward emotion, Lethe held her questions in her heart, which was slowly becoming heavy with the weight of uncertainty.
Why didn’t he have a name? And why did Valhalla?
Jaienyx was angry, now, and so was Arya. As her golden role model moved around her, she shot a look towards her new friend. Her eyes held uncertainty, apology, and an almost desperate dance behind them before she promptly lowered them as her Aunt turned towards her, directing her to leave.
Lethe walked for a moment in silence before she turned over her shoulder and barked softly, almost a whisper, careful to hide the emotion in her heart.
Arya's body was trembling in anger; her ears were burning, and her eyes were fierce. For the first time in her short life, she felt no fear when it came to confrontation. She instinctively knew that line of thought that Jaienyx had was completely wrong, and it was even worse when she mentioned that she couldn't speak of Valhalla like that. In that moment, a fire ignited inside of her, even more when Jaienyx told her to behave like the daughter of the Sera-uh... Seraphim. She was burning, her eyes were fiery but filled with tears, so she proceeded to turn around and leave. She faintly heard Lethe say goodbye, but her rage was too far to even listen properly. Walking with her head lowered, she directed herself back to the den, her slow steps almost dragging the mud beneath her pure white paws. She began to think and wonder... was the wolf in the story the golden femme herself? Were males really that bad? No, Valhalla isn't like that. She knew Leviathan was always rude to her, but she couldn't blame him. He was... just like that, even if she couldn't understand him.
She desired to please her brother in any way, but all he always got was ridiculed. But she always went to Hal, and he was always ready to wipe her tears away. She had two versions of what a male could be, and she couldn't decide which to believe in. But she did know, however, that Valhalla was always there for her, and that she loved him with all of her heart. She was young, sure--but she had so many things to say... just... so many. But her mouth was always tangled. She always felt a knot in her tongue, and when she tried to express her thoughts, something always blocked the way. She felt so foolish to have confronted the golden femme, but she thought that Hal was worth defending. Crying, she sat down behind the den to let the frustration out. She was always crying, always emotional, but she had no choice; she couldn't properly express herself sometimes due to her speech. Laying down and covering her eyes with her paws, she sobbed and cried until she couldn't cry anymore. She then lifted up her body and proceeded to enter the den, where she found her sleeping siblings. Entering silently, she rolled up in a ball and sighed, preparing to enter in a deep but well-deserved slumber. She opened one eye and saw the sleeping figure of Valhalla; smiling, she closed her eyes once more. If only he knew the troubles she went through today to defend him, he'd be proud of her. She was sure that she would tell him once they woke up. But for now, she closed her eyes, drifting away to the realm of dreams, feeling safe in her own mind.
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