{#Ruviana} The middle child between @BossAssWolf and @VeryBerryLycan. I may be the daughter of an Alpha, but that doesn't mean I run with the pack. [RP|OC|18+]
@FearMyWill ~ unamused, and uninspired by what she saw. She intended to find someone, or something that would just help her to forget it all for a moment, but it seemed the night was not in her favor.
@FearMyWill ~ were all human and what she intended would be far beyond the virility of a mortal man.
Patrons had come and gone over the course of the night and the tab she had opened in her mother's name only seemed to deepen. The she-wolf looked around with half-lidded eyes, ~
@FearMyWill ~ almost hand crafted to squeeze just one drink out of a man and then send him off with nothing to show for it. Maybe she'd just needed to take out her anger on a few lonely, desperate souls before she decided to finally take one of them seriously.Or, maybe they ~
@FearMyWill ~ there for.
A few suitors had come and gone, ones she shared vapid conversation with before sending them off in quite the frustrated state. She hadn't intended on making it hard for anyone and she wondered just why it was the words that came from her mouth seemed ~
@FearMyWill ~ authority. So it was that Mika was sat at that bar, of whom she had become a regular patron, the expensive clothes her brother had helped her get from off Territory hugging her form like a second skin; active advertisement that it wasn't only the drinks she was ~
@FearMyWill ~ at the time Mika only saw her mother making an empty threat, even mocked her in her own mind for looking so utterly stupid trying to be all Alpha on her when it was clear time and time again that Mika couldn't give a flying rat's ass about her mother's so called ~
@FearMyWill ~ was to her, where she stood in the hierarchy of the Pack, and those who had witnessed her decree that day in the kitchen of the Pack House also knew that their Alpha would not let neither blood nor the water of her own womb dissuade her from her decisions.
Yet, ~
@FearMyWill ~ dared get, Mikaella remembered thinking how strange it was to watch her mother make her will into law, and realized just then how much she had truly said to all present. Before her very eyes, and with two simple sentences, she had let everyone know just who Mika ~
@FearMyWill ~ trivial a thing for them to have fought over, and that she conceded as she nursed her drink. Sat alone at the bar that was nestled against a lonely strip of highway that lead into the city of Missoula and was as close to the border of her mother's territory as she ~
@FearMyWill ~ wound. In time the young she-wolf had developed a morose demeanor and an insatiable wanderlust. Two quirks of her personality that did not keep her long in the company of those who had once been her family, and served only to satisfy her own ends.
It seemed so ~
@FearMyWill ~ Pack welcomed her back as though nothing at all had happened, as if thousands of lonely nights and empty mornings around the table had not passed, and with them the rift between brother and sister and father had not grown and festered into a gaping, irreparable ~
@FearMyWill ~ Mikaella's life, and left behind her brothers and her father, all of whom had clawed day by day to live their lives with the gaping wound that had been the loss of a mate and mother. Her return had been met with mixed results by the family, but most within the ~