Boartusk Heights maduro

the fledglings had grown so much.
arguably, too much.

the queen reminisces on when they were small, pressed against her belly. there was enough milk for all of them — she'd made sure of that — and yet they all fought for every drop. now, however, they know the taste of blood. their bodies are growing, and shifting — soon vincent will be a man, and her daughters will be women.

she leads the four of them now to the great hall, her nails sending ripples of sound as she deliberates her first orders for her children. she stops and turns with a sweep of her tail, and looks down at the four.

my children. a smile tugs her lips. you've all grown up so fast.. it's high time i release you from the nursery. reyna speaks quietly, delicately at first, eyeing each child.
you still have much to learn.. like manners. she glances towards vincent. ..and obedience. she narrows her eyes towards valeria.
but that will come with time. today, you'll be picking your rooms. she nods behind her. first come, first serve. pick carefully, my darlings.

@Valeria @Vincent @Candela @Nymphora puppy thread!!!!

claiming the second spot across from the grand hall

Who knew all that time spent cave-diving through the palace would come to use—Nymphora knew exactly which of the tunnels she wished to make her own. She wanted to be close to the grand hall, make all the important meetings, hear all the important words that were spoken and reserved for the older wolves.

The way the pampered fledgeling saw it, she was a princess, and therefore had every right to know what was being discussed—age be damned! She was plenty old enough to handle all sorts of things. 

She would turn to look over her siblings, see if they too were as eager as she was to not have to share a bed with each other. As they had gotten bigger, bedtime had become a mess, limbs sprawled about in every direction; it hardly made for a comfortable sleeping experience. 

Nymph would decorate her own bed, cover it in flowers and bones, and none of the other three were invited. She still held a bitter taste in her mouth after getting kicked in the stomach by one of them while they all slept a night ago- the culprit still unknown to her, and so they would take the blame that festered in her rosy gaze. 

Turning back from her sisters and brother, she looked up at her mother while she inched forward, permission was given, but she still hesitated. ...I want that one. She said quietly to the matriarch, pointing down the hall with her nose.

cameo!

No longer is Paloma fluttering at the flank of her Matriarca's side. This night, she follows behind the peppy trotting steps of the royal children, as their nails click against the cavern flooring. Through winding halls, it was time for them to seek out their own chambers. Paloma held back the deep sigh. Now, she would have four more quarters she would need to make sure we're kept in tip-top shape.

He is led alongside his sisters to the entrance of the grand hall, and it is there that their mother addresses them, the fur of her tail trailing along the ground like a silken dress as she turns to face them, their handmaiden obediently standing at the rear.

Vincent straightens proudly, lifting his chin at her comment on how much they had grown. Though the pointed look cast his way by Reyna as she continues to speak takes some of the wind out of his sails, but her son chooses to pretend he does not see it, instead staring down the halls where their new rooms lay in wait.

First come, first serve. Nymphora wastes no time in laying claim to her spot, and Vincent follows her gesture down into the inky darkness. He notes her quiet shuffle forwards and, with a cocky grin, darts out of formation to get to the inner chamber before her. "Not if I get it first!" he shouts, boyish laughter echoing off the stone walls.

What had mother said about learning manners?

she gives a passing glance towards paloma when vincent declares the same den as nymphora — seemingly without much thought. funnily enough, it is the ones most like their father that conflict.

nymphora had already decided long ago, seemingly, with how quickly she came to her decision. but she had no bite. there was no confidence in her decision, fine one as it was. this must change if she considers herself of nocturne blood. nocturne ferocity and confidence ran through vincent and valeria's veins. for nymphora and candela, they'll have to muster it.

reyna does not defend her daughter, craning her head upwards. instead, she watches keenly. well? what do you think?

if her daughters refuse to stand tall, then they must feel and learn what injustice is.

valeria and candela are welcome to jump in at any moment btw, but atm consider them NPC

Vincent's challenge would be met with a shrill, protesting screech as she took off after him. Nobody would ever scold him- so Nymphora saw fit to do it herself the only way she knew how. Her words were easy enough to disregard, but her teeth? Not so. 

She would shove him as they ran together, and be shoved in turn. He was faster, sure, but that was soon to bite him in the behind as she stuck a foot out to trip his own. This would be settled one way; a good old fashioned showdown. Nymphora rejected the race. I called it Vincent! get your own! she let out a little snarl.

Nymphora's banshee scream that rang out behind Vincent spurred him gleefully on, though his mood quickly soured as he heard the strike of nails against stone as she gave chase. Her shoves were easy enough to endure but his sister played dirty; he should have seen it coming. A single pale paw interrupted his stride, and Vincent was sent tumbling to the ground with an indignant screech of, "NY-YYMPH!"

Clumsily rolling onto his paws, the boy met her snarl with one of his own before he then launched himself at her, attempting to pull her onto the stony floor by one black-tipped ear. The claim on the room had been forgotten, replaced by the wound against his pride that needed to be avenged.