Big ambition... little paws

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Da.mn these lands and their inhabitants. Mel twitched her tail irritably, her characteristically cool outer shell not in place, a rarity that she would not have allowed on a normal occasion. Her patience was starting to wear, and she knew that back from whence she had come,another's patience was also fraying. The feeling of the choke chain about her neck, pulling her, like an obedient, overeager whelp, back to her master. Master. She spit at the thought of it. She had played nice. Sent Daes back with word of the plans that had begun. And then the plot had fallen through. The chaos had ended before it had even begun. She was tempted, oh so tempted, to turn her back on the Caligae altogether. But she was Melusina Viscus Caligae, by bloodright and birthright combined, and that hessien had no right to take from her what she so obviously deserved. Laughter started low, then bubbled up, released suddenly from ebonite lips. There would come a day. Until then, she'd roll over, play dead, be his pet. But only until then.

In truth, she did not know why she was sticking around here any longer. There was nothing left for her here, besides the illusion of freedom, a pointless thing that she knew was a lie. Still she could not bring herself to leave. There was opportunity here, she felt it to the very bottom of her sly, darkened soul. There was something here that she could use. Besides, the fact that her abscence irritated Atrix was just another ring in the ripple. She loved that he could do nothing about it, solely because she knew that he hated not being able to do anything about it. She was hundreds of miles from anyone with the power to draw her back in. She would have to return eventually, or suffer the same fate as that traiter Dante, but not quite yet.

Ah, Dante. Her quarry. She knew he was here. She could scent him, beneath the rank stench of these weak wolven calling this place home, a single pure trace. He was hiding, who knows how, amongst the territories here. Not for long. Her orders were clear. Well, in truth, Daes' orders, but that fool couldn't take Dante with a hundred at his back to help. He would end up taking his own tail off, with Dante sitting on the side lines, laughing. Or perhaps not. The larger bru had grown weak, like the mewling cur he was, and had run off with that pathetic excuse for a sister of his. Skeletons in the closet, family dumping on family. Loyalty was no longer a given. It was something to be bought and sold, not freely had. Just made the world more interesting, really, for such characters as Mel. Those willing to bargain.

Ugh. She had caught the scent. There were young ones in the area. Ah, for the innocence of youth, she thought to herself scathingly, bluish-black muzzle wrinkling with distaste. There was another with them, an older fem, but she was of little consequence. Three lone wolven really had little use, did they not? Pausing, uncertain, Mel ran through the options. She could pass on, the preferred option, smoke on the wind, to reappear later, in another place altogether. Or, she could reveal her presence to this little... session, and gain, what? Nay, that wasn't the question. She would not know this until she had tried it. The real question was, what did she have to lose? Nothing but the simple charm of obscurity, which was rather overrated anyway.

This fact decided, she approached the small gathering, her characteristic saunter carrying her with a practiced ease into their sights. It was always good to make a favorable first impression. Therefore, cunning eyes shielded, she gave a small, devious smirk, fierce golden orbs glowing in Exodus's direction. "Greetings, love. This looks like a charming get together. Is there room for one more, or will the little morsels feel left out?" She flashed a somewhat frightening smile in the direction of the young ones. Oh such joy could be found in the simplest of games.

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