do what thou will, shall be the law

S O L E S T E , MY HEAVENLY DARK FLOWER


















✿she was in a better place now. inno was no where to be seen- a typical male with no commitment to anything. she ought to know better than hope around for him. and crixus was too busy building walls to keep everyone out. it was mess that she inevitably found herself out of. but why wasn't she grateful for that?
she treaded softly on the sandy shore. water lapping over her paws as her paw prints vanished. her gait was slowed and relaxed; periwinkle eyes on the wet ground as she watched sea foam fill her steps in. it was as if she never walked these parts, day & night. as if she was erased here.
it was a odd feeling as she grasped the thought, fantasizing about them. playing in her head different scenarios. but they didn't matter. she was a soul who finally came to find her path. counteracting her aimless sorrow & bouts of depression with the ever present desire to step into her power and to drain those who didn't have it. newfound aggression for life began to brew within her inferno. the caves of her heart began to fill with her hungrier fetishes of total tyranny and what that would look like. she searched to find followers she could control. but first, she needed allies.✿
"talk" 'think'

table by scarlet/art by ashon

Cybele spent some time just staring into the water. A place for meditation and reflection, yet the young wolf can hardly find peace. Is it the roar of the waves crashing in the distance, or how some sea critters come and nip the ends of her pawpads when she's finally able to let her guard down? Glass Beach is nothing but a cruel reminder to Cybele to remain vigilant, always and forever, never seizing a moment to really bask in the moment.

With tail lashings of frustration, the woman rises to her paws, walking along the edge of the shoreline, watching the way her paws create imprints against the sand. What was usually a nose full of salt and beachy air is interrupted by the sweet smell of cinnamon.

Cybele raises her head, wide stare fixated on a dark masked female approaching from the other end of the watery line they tread. A pleasant smile joins along Cybele's lips, hoping that the stranger's presence would bring some sort of entertainment, anything to pry her from the boredom she felt in practicing meditation. If there's anything this Outlander enjoys, it's aligning herself with the company of other women, platonically. Partying, dancing, laughing.

"Has the sun called for you to bask in its warmth beside me?" Cybele calls out with her airy tone, practically preening her pelt as she makes her way over.

It's a gentle invitation for the stranger to join her for a chat.
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@Soleste

Guard

A guard notices you and approaches. He is thin but wiry and his yellow eyes seem to see through you. "Stop! You there!" He calls as he approaches you. "Why are you not in the barracks? Who is your suporvisor?"


This event affects only WANTED wolves. To try and persuade him and/or engage in a fight with him, please post in #updates.