Wolf RPG

Avannon was fuming, growls rumbling from her chest at various degrees of volume. How dare she speak to her like that? She was not of higher rank, she was not better than ava. Confrontation was nescassary at this point, she was tired of the looks, and attitude she got from the woman. Just because Hisaya was Kin of the Chieftess did not mean she was better than other commoners. So the pallid woman set forth to find Hisaya, until she came to a stand still in front of the Woman. She chuffed loudly to announce her presence, and than began to speak "You had no right. Foolish? really? I only arrive seconds before you, and was i supposed to ignore the stranger, and the fact that Ukko could have been dying right that moment?" She snarled. She was fed up. So fed up with the fact that everyone treated her like a useless part of the pack. If commoners were useless than that meant Hisaya herself was useless as well.


"I will not stand by while you cast me looks, and give me attitude. You are no higher than me, Hisaya and if you continue to treat me as such there will be trouble." She threatened and then stood there with fur bristling to see the woman's reaction. Her epxectation was to recieve the same haughty attitude she always recieved, and if she did she couldn't promise not to retaliate with more than words. She was sick of being stepped on, only Asterr ever showed her any respect. Then again she had been seperating herself from everyone since Jolon's absence, only Bonnie had been allowed her voice and conversation. Hadraniel had been offered her presence as well, but since then she had avoided others. Jolon was the only one who actually wanted her here, who loved her and valued her.

She had spent the better part of the day hunting, for their numbers were few, and prey was sparce. She had little luck, only managing once to sink her fangs into a bedraggled hare, setting it down beside a snow dusted fir to catch her breath. Only a moment later did the approach of another become apparent, and quite suddenly the appeared cell of Avannon. She chuffed a greeting, and before the argent woman had the time to reply likewise the obviously angered woman burst into speech. "I must appolagize. It was wrong of me to succumb to anger." she amended, emerald gaze softening a moment.  Of course, it had been foolish to not call for the woman who had both great knowledge of healing and was Chieftess, though err in the heat of the moment she would not judge.

her next words had the woman still,then look carefully toward the pale woman. She was silent a beat,  than another, as her optics merely watched the other carefully.

"Do you threaten me, Avannon?" she asked softly, though there was a slight edge to her voice rarely, if ever, present. She understood that her burst of anger at the incident had been wrong, and though she had mixed feelings for the woman, she thought that she had held them in check. The other now was volatile, angered, and the argent woman wondered just how far her emotion would propelled her.

A moment of startled shock flickered across her face, as an apology was uttered. She opened her mouth to speak and closed it again, taking a few deep breaths as she scanned her mind for something to say, anything to retain any amount of dignity that she had left. Finding no words she hung her head, eyes welling up with tears and her shoulder trembling.


"No...i dont threaten anyone. This isn't me...im not me anymore. That...That bastard stole not only...he stole everything!" she sobbed and scraped her claws against the ground. Even when she had a period of calm, a period where she was almost herself it always went back to Judas. The name made her retch, as she was taken over b flashbacks, her widened eyes staring straight at the ground.


No, Avannon would never hurt a pack member even if there was no friendship or even liking between them. She would rather die then lay a paw or fang on an allie. Sobs echoed through the air as she convulsed her mind screaming for Jolon, for the one person who could soothe her pain and bring her back to herself. She had completely forgotten the presence of another, so deeply was she withdrawn into her mind.

Her next words were rushed,  uneven, and the woman did not know if what she spoke. She stepped forward smoothly, slowly, concern on her features. This sudden change in personality was alarming,  to say the least, and she was not sure of the cause. "Avannon?" she questioned softly, not touching the woman, for she was not sure of the best course if action. 

she became especially concerned when she begun to convulse, and her gaze seemed...glazed. Avannon seemed oddly distant, and carefully did the woman draw near, offering a silent touch of her muzzle to the other's shoulder for lack of a better thing to do.

The bastards sneering face was in her mind, tormenting her as she fought to calm herself. Why did he do it? Was he nice at First to manipulate her? To gain her trust? She had said no, hadn't she? Did she give mixed signals or something? So many questions ran through her mind as she simply stated into space. "Avannon?.." someone spoke her name. She struggled to the surface just as Hisaya touched her nose to Avannons shoulder.


She held her breath for a moment unsure what to do, but buried her face in the woman's neck crying softly. "He claimed me against my will Hisaya...he broke me. That evil man... Judas" she whispered as  an explanation for her outburst.

The woman's mood wavered as might a reed in the breeze, first angered and fiery, and now feeble and frightened. She did not consider them to be friends, but when the woman buried her muzzle in her scruff she did not shy away, remaining still. The words of the woman brought first surprise, then anger to her. Even if they were not on the best of terms, Avannon was still a tribe member, and she took the fact that someone had harmed her as a personal wrong. She did not speak, remaining silent, supportive, for she did not know which, if any, words to utter. Instead, she catiously touched her muzzle to the woman's shoulder in silent support, waiting in case she would say more, or fall silent.

The silent comfort that Hisaya gave to her selflessly, warmed her. The woman did not reply but instead touched her shoulder, offering whatever kindness she could. Avannon swallowed and gathered herself for a few moments before pulling away from Hisaya and giving an uncertain smile. "i do not understand why I'm like this. I used to crave knowledge and the ability to help others. Now I want to fight, to sink my fangs into my enemies and prove myself without weakness." she murmured.


Giving a small shake of her head she shrugged "I just don't want to be taken advantage of again.." she admitted embarrassed. She turned her eyes back on the woman "Thank you. I almost caused an unnecessary fight, yet you offered me your comfort. I am grateful for that".