Willow Ridge wayward prince

@Sven

She knew she would fine him, it was only a matter of time. Elettra Archer had known these lands far before Skoll and the rest of his kin had ever even been born. How could he honestly have expected to be able to hide something from within his very own mother's house for long? Now that her children had grown much stronger, Elettra had taken it upon herself to scent out the little 'mistake' of her family for herself. She had gathered much information about the youth through Morganna whom had visited - a single child, a son, and pale in color, far paler then even Ravenna's silver and ashy hues. He was white, <i>pure</i>, like the ancient lore had suggested. It was without a doubt that Elettra was very interested to meet her very first grandchild, though skeptical and fearful of what this meant for her own children, come not only in winter, but as this child of Skoll rose into adulthood.

By the time the matriarch had neared the edges of her borders, she began to scent hard at the earth for signs of Piety, her son and the new child, a scent which she would not know. Thankfully to those few whom had visited these parts she was able to get a better grasp on the location. It took her some effort, though Skoll's scent was strong here and so was that which she assumed to be this Sven. What was odd to her, however, was the lack of scent by his mother. It was weaker then it should have been, by a number of weeks, though as she neared the den-site itself she would still smell the woman clearly, which left a foulness enough to make her snort, which wrinkled up in detest. Likely, she would never favor the woman though that did not mean she could still not love who had become of such a stab in the back and betrayal of pack law.

Though the den was empty, Elettra came to realize and she wondered now if perhaps Skoll had already moved his son to a new location, knowing that this hide out had not been compromised. Under her breath, the mother cursed her son's name, though that did not stop her from continuing to sniff about the area for any clues. Sven Archer could how be hidden from her forever...

A courageous though fading pile of brush had asserted itself on the edge of the Archer estate, within sight of the pitiful family's hideaway. It stood like a gate, a last battalion of defense, and it was under the spiny branches and waxy leaves that Sven took refuge from the stranger who had infiltrated his domain. Paling eyes peered out at her, watching as she stuck her nose about his front lawn (tamped down to dirt and a few scrabbles of valiant grass at this point due to his romping) and even approached his hole-in-the-ground home.

The little boy's fur bristled as the queen unwittingly moved in his direction, and he backpedaled further into the roughage. Sven Archer was not in mood for company today, especially not from one of these strangers who seemed to be crawling from the woodwork of the willows like insects ever since his mother left him. No, today was a particularly dark day in his young mind and he wanted nothing more than to be left alone, as seemed his fate now, but only on the days he didn't want it. Why was the world so difficult? Why was nothing working out in the way he wanted it to? His anger grew.

Soon, he was growling, a low and nonthreatening sound given the youthfulness of his voice, but it could not be denied that the whelp intended menace. This woman, whoever the hell it was, needed to go away.

I cannot comprehend in my brain how quickly time passes for me these days...

It didn't take her long for her to pick out the strongest of Sven's scent, one that she could only hope would pull her into the direction of the boy she had yet to meet. Nothing and no one was going to keep her away from her grandson. The land was filled with her boys, including him, and she had ever intention of fully judging him and fully knowing him if he was going to not only be a part of this pack, but a pack of this family. So Elettra neared, inching ever closer and only pausing when she heard the small, childish growl spill from the brush before her. Peering within, among the dark greenery, his brilliant coat shined. "There you are..." The words were a near hiss from her lips, edged further by the deepness of her voice. Standing so tall, strong and confidant before the child, it would be a wonder if she did not scare him half to death. But if he was anything of an Archer child, even in fear, he would stand his grown. The newly made grandmother could only hope that there was not much of his mother in him, who by now, had already ran. She comes close to the boy though not close enough to where she could not dodge the youngster should he be bold enough to strike. Her silver eyes narrow, plush chest puffing out with a deep breath. "So this is it... My infamous grandson." Her toes press hard into the ground, her nose crinkling in wait of his reaction to both her presence and words.

(This post was last modified: Oct 15, 2015, 02:40 AM by Elettra.)

It's okay, I feel your pain @_@

SVEN ARCHER

& the night is closing in

She spotted him, and the cool gaze pinned upon him caused him to sink back further into the foliage. Her tone, her gaze, her posture, all of it grated negatively against his instincts, he pressed himself down against the ground, ears back and lips twitching back to show a sliver of his ivory fangs, like a rattler coiling for the strike. Already he didn't trust the woman, and save for the cover of the thorn bush he resided beneath, he felt particularly vulnerable in her presence. Yet his sole protectors were absent in one capacity or another, leaving his mind to start churning out ways he could possibly come out of this on top should the stranger prove violent.

Then she spoke again, and he unstood all but one word amongst the sentences. Grandson? Then this meant... Tentatively, he began to relax, unwinding himself before crawling forward one slow step at a time. When his torso cleared the brush he lifted himself up, tail scraping through the branches and leaves as he made his exit. Everything about him was hesitant, making it clear that while he saw reason to trust her within his mind, the fibers of his being argued against it.

"Nonna?" he asked for clarification, ever so slightly hopeful in tone. If this was truly the Queen of their little mauka home, then she was the woman who his father spoke so highly and lovingly of, and someone who should be important to Sven, too. ... right?

It was obvious to see he was terrified, not trusting of her. The way he mashed himself further and further into the ground, hunched back, flashed his tiny fangs in warning. She did not blame him for his actions and only watched in interest. It has been a very long time since she had been around a child this young in their life that was not a child of her own. She had not cared for other children since she had lived within Grizzly Hollow, tending to Jaysyek's litters with such ferocity one could have mistaken her for their own mother. Her ears perked, curiously and openly judging the snow white child before her. It was with his title of 'Grandson' did he finally approach, coming fully out of the bush and standing to his full length, though the stiffened frame and hairs along his back suggested he was far from ready to happily and freely accept her, just as she had yet to fully accept him. He was, after all, born out of his father's lack of respect and care towards her, her newest litter and the pack's law.

"Yes." She nods ever so slightly to the boy's single word he spoke, a sort of nickname for 'Grandmother', she supposed as she had heard the term used time and time before. "Your father is my son. My eldest son," she paused, "Savor Asriel, whom has been gone for a very long time now..." The last part fell off in a whisper, trying not to frown before the youth. Asriel had been still quite young when he left, not even fully an adult. He was a large, strong and beautiful young man and there had not been a moment where Elettra did not miss his company - much as she missed Deacon's and Castiel's. "I could tell you of all my children if you'd like? -Your aunts, your uncles..." She shifts before the child, just enough so that she could settle down in a sit, her pale eyes ever watchful of him.

(This post was last modified: Dec 24, 2015, 04:00 AM by Elettra.)