Gold in my Blood [c]
Feb 19, 2015 20:29:49 GMT -5
Post by FLASHMOB; on Feb 19, 2015 20:29:49 GMT -5
She had not had the nerve to set a paw inside of the old asylum since her return. The often confident female seemed to falter under the thought of the dying pack that was once her home. She lived and breathed Legion, even after his premature demise. Arae and Deimos should've done more, Pasiphae would have done more in their position, or so she liked to think. Despite the jealousy that burned in her chest she was nothing but polite to her siblings. She continually told herself that they were simply too young to fight for their father, and too young to defend a pack from the madness. The name Legion had been swept away long ago, forgotten like its predecessors. Pasiphae would never forget, it was impossible to forget anything that you loved more than yourself. The brindle female would return to that Asylum one day, and she would relive the haunting memories. Then she would help Legion rise from ashes again. Today was not that day, and she was a little relieved that it would not be today. Instead the Shepherd found herself at the ajar doors of the decrepit structure known as the Cascaro Casino. It had once been a prime spot for the residence of Cascaro, but the residence had changed slightly since its glory days.
Pasiphae let her orange tinted brown eyes wander around the first floor before entering. She had not seen her siblings in awhile, and honestly did not want to be bothered with the headache of them. Without their noses poking in her business she could act however she pleased. If she wanted to flirt with any old mutt and flaunt her confident beauty, then she could without having to hear the backlash. Tonight, she would not be bossed around, she would be who she was with no worries plaguing her mind. Pasiphae sauntered into the room, her semi-erect ears bobbing with each of her slow movements. The shadows of the winter evening shrouded her brindle coat, but her eyes seemed to glow. The carpet underneath of her was coarse rather than plush, but it was welcomed all the same after her trek through the snow.
She walked to the adjacent wall, hopping up onto a small stage that was less than a foot tall. With little thought Pasiphae crouched underneath of a grand piano, until she was laying elegantly underneath. Her eyes eyes had a good view of the room and the few tables that were scattered out. This was likely used as a place to dine rather than a place to gamble. The structure was large, but Pasiphae did not care enough to go exploring, she simply wanted to rest.
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NOTES: First post with Pasiphae! I am still trying to feel her out so forgive me if it's not that great.