Take Me Home [Tala]

[Tala]

She waited but no movement from Datura. Confused until she was told the trip would be made by herself. Questions filled her mind such as how would she prove to the Alpha that Datura had sent her? Maybe he wouldn't care.. Would he ask her to kill again and just leave it there to rot? A pointless death for the poor animal.

Light eyes looked in direction Datura was talking about. An hour trip..she could do that. Couldn't she? The thought of being alone again was not what she would call delightful but if she made it, she wouldn't have to bear that burden. 

Stepping out into the wart, she was halted by the voice of the other female. Turning to look at her, Tala kept a curious expression on her face. 

A query of her attitude toward pup was confusing at first. Why would that matter right away? But then she thought perhaps there were pups in the pack that needed caring for. Not quite the season for it, but she had heard of the rare litter born out of season. Maybe the pack was in need of a baby sitter like she was in her birth pack.

"I like them quite a bit." She let a small twinkle in her eyes shine through. She loved her days with the little ones...before they were turned against her. "I cared for them in the pack I came from."

She kept her eyes on Datura, seeing if there were any more questions before she made the lonesome trip through the water to what was offered as a new home. So close but still so far.

She was nervous about meeting this giant called Goliath, she could only hope to gain some favor in his eyes with her skills and willingness to learn and help. Looking out over the water, she weighed the odds in her mind. It was worth a shot

Word count: 322
Tag: @datura
OOC: haha here we go.  

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As the timid fae stepped into the gentle waters, Datura crept closer to the kill left in the blood soaked sand. The little deer’s death mask brought an amused snort and the hint of a morbid grin. The prey’s young eyes remained wide open, bulging in surprise and suffering. The world would go on without the unfortunate animal, it’s short existence utterly meaningless except to fill Datura’s belly. She would not allow the meat to go to waste: she was many things, but never wasteful by nature. The Mexican wolf knew intimately what it was like to go without, the agony of an empty belly and atrophied muscle, and those insecure times still fueled her insatiable appetite. She would always take her fair share – and then some.

Standing over the still-warm deer, her eyes shifted from the carcass to Tala’s jade green eyes. The white female’s expression was curious and shy as she admitted her fondness for pups. Datura gave a satisfied nod in response. Someone as quiet and obedient as Tala would indeed make a good caretaker for the many pups that would be brought into the world of Kairos. Then again, her weak presence could rub off on some of the little ones. Kairos needed strength and bravery, two things that Tala seemed to be lacking entirely. Certainly, Datura would not allow someone as submissive as the snowy fae to care for her own offspring, but there would be other litters born to lesser females that Tala could look after. First, she had to prove herself worthy of Goliath’s approval.

Still, Tala remained there. An eyebrow arched questioningly as Datura cleared her throat, her expression losing the last traces of friendliness. Her head lowered closer to the kill, nostrils flared as she inhaled the sweet fragrance of its spilled blood, and her face seemed to say, Why are you still here?

The gentle tide, now a warm shade of crimson, lapped at her ivory forepaws, dyeing her toes the same bloody hue as the salty water. She had nothing further to say, not even a fond farewell bid to the pale fae. She wanted to eat in peace and quiet, a meal Datura felt she had earned. Hopefully, Goliath would be pleased by her successful recruiting. The thought made her eerie smile grow wider across her muzzle.

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tag: Tala
ooc: <3