OOC; Yo, I hope you both know I don't mean any animosity between this trio. I'm truly trying here. xD She's responding the way she was taught to.
She took note of the wayward pup and the way he held his head in a regal position, almost
appalling in how arrogant he was, and it amused the silver female. Hestia’s soul did not burn with the need to put him below her; she merely chuckled light-heartedly, for he was only a young one, and she knew there was no spoils to reap if she was to become explosive in the face of something so unimportant and
miniscule. She put the pup out of mind, training her focus on the real reason she was here. She didn’t come to deal with children anyway.
It was the peculiar tongue of the leader that confused the stone female, causing her ear to swivel this way and that in an attempt to process the speaker’s words. Her heart sped up its pace as the female became even more brusque, and in response, Hestia’s pride ignited. Her father told her to be patient, and she resigned herself to the trait when in the company of others – it seemed, whenever she indulged in patience, she was destined for being taken advantage of by snotty, higher-ranked wolves. She expected the wolves of this land to meet the elegance of the territory, but it seems she had thought incorrectly. As the female turned to leave, Hestia mimicked her movements, raising her tail a couple of inches as she did so. There were other packs in this land; surely she was to find one of them to suit her expectations.
“I’ve always valued action over speech myself, as well as a hard-worker, even in the face of imminent peril, but I can understand your hesitation.” She said softly, laughing in a slightly cutting manner, shaking her head in disapproval. Her thoughts bounced around inside of her skull, the content bordering on true malice and sarcasm.
'Fair enough, native! Take care in remembering my name when another pack triumphs over all others.'
The same, once harsh voice wavered back to her ears once more, and she turned her gaze back to the owner of the territory.
“Amongst my specialties, I have many. I’ve brought a pack out of certain destruction as a result of my keen strategies. I can assure the members of a pack are in line if need be, and have been known to take control of circumstances that others are unsure of...” Hestia paused, allowing her heartbeat to slow back to a calm beat as she recognized her assets.
"War is not something I am a stranger of. If there are enemies to your pack, Miss Morganna, then rest assured I wil eliminate them. She bit back the need to add on a supporting comment,
'...their pack won't be able to recognize them once I'm finished, either.' She had no intention of mentioning that she was once an Alpha, for that may come off as a surefire threat to the leader. On the other paw, she didn’t expect to be given a pitiful rank either. She was a punching bag to
none.
“Though, as you said, Miss Morganna...” Hestia paused, relaxing and shifting her brow, her expression blank and without emotion,
“Talk is cheap, yes?”
(This post was last modified: Dec 22, 2015, 08:18 PM by Hestia.)