It was the same for the Hawthorne Queen’s sister every day she had been here in Tarben. Cold. Quiet. Drevis barely ventured out – she was a “prisoner” after all. She was a requirement along with Phobus, or else she’d rat them out. How many nights had passed since she was brought here? The girl thought. The male assigned to watch over her, Wendigo, had not done his job the best from Drevis’s perspective. He was always out…and always smelled of different females. Was that Beartooth’s bidding, or perhaps he was just taking advantage of all the females? However, he was kind, which threw the lass’s impression of him off, as her impression of all wolves of Tarben were that they were brutal, emotionless, husks. He made sure she was safe and well-tended to, which seemed like the opposite to how a prisoner would be treated? He almost seemed to treat her just like a normal wolf, perhaps, how a mate would? The thoughts and confusion boggled her mind. To clear it, she sighed, and at that same instant, a familiar howl ripped through the air - Lucaya. Drevis without thought barreled her way out of the den, possibly pushing Wendigo out of the way. ”Lucaya!” She had screamed before running headfirst into icicles Beartooth sprouted from the ground. ”Umph!” Her black bodice became off balance and she fell to the ground within her circular cage. Without much further word, Beartooth rallied his troops. Her emerald eyes glared into him as he left, her eyes shifting to Wendigo as he followed, his blind obedience hitting a nerve in her. It…saddened her. As much as she hadn’t spoken to her guardian, he seemed so much more than a Tarben slave. She looked to the other prisoners before she rested her head. Larentia, was her name? And then the several children of Pontchartrain and Skadi, who were the betas of Tarben. They seemed scared too, it was only understandable. Their mother and father were going into war, and might not see them again. She was frightened for the future, that her attention never shifted towards the pink line coming from her chest. Soon enough, wolves returned to the icy lands. Drevis lifted her head up to see the returning numbers. She watched as they carried corpses and could not imagine what was going on in Hawthorne. She hoped and prayed that her family was alright, but considering Beartooth returned without some of his children, her hopes were low. She noticed Wendigo next – he looked beat up with a scar on his one eye, leaving it shut, and some deep claw marks on his side. Her heart went out to him, wanting to help. But no. That was not her role. Her role in Tarben right now was just a pawn – a prisoner. Her eyes then moved up to the sky as a familiar scent wafted into her nares. Lahmer…not you too… She thought as her eyes locked onto Balerion carrying Lahmer. Her mind began to rush, even more nervous. She watched as Beartooth rallied everyone and began to speak, and she mindlessly followed commands and the claiming rally. Even if Lahmer had spoken to her, Drevis would remain quiet. She did not want her niece to be hurt on her behalf. Her emerald eyes watched as Lahmer approached Balerion after he claimed her. She gulped, and shortly after, she was beckoned by Wendigo. She felt her heart flutter for a moment, eyes widening at the pink line connecting the two of them just before she stepped forward and approached the Wraith. Actions & Words.
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