Mikoto's POV as Ronan begins his conversation.
Mikoto glanced over at him, straining to keep her mouth shut, "of course, I know what's in a name… What …does he think… I'm stupid… Jerk… I'll show him. She picked up her chin, scowled and answered, choking on her remarks. Crap… what am I a pansy… God… I sounded like…grrrr. Letting out a slow uncomfortable grunt. What?! Did he say overlord? she puckered her lips, nodding her head, good show, not my cup of tea but … Oh never mind. Underworld? Okay sure… Anastasia likes it… Me personally ehhh! Popcorn always great…extra salt and cheese yummy…" She went on, anyway… Warlord… Okay… But get on with it… Can't he get to the point. She said crossing her arms, dropped her chin to her chest. "little girls! What is this a Japanese manga? …geeezzzz…Twilight…Jacob….ok..seen it…itsa good laugh…that girl really can't act..but Jacob did keep his shirt off a lot…so….hmmmm…a moment of offended silence followed by….he ripped her face apart because he had a bad dream?! Did I miss that one.?
Getting a little bored, choosing to overlook him for a little while, she looked across the room to the storeroom. Hmm!? arched her eyebrows… Okay I wouldn't want to walk into that…" She said.
The storeroom was black but with her vampiric vision it might have easily been daylight. Just inside the door, One of shewolves had changed into her animal form. And sprawled herself across the floor facing the door.
She was enormous, significant enough to block the entrance with just her head. The large wolves head resembling a normal wild wolf but it size was roughly threefold. Her black eyes fixated, her jaws held wide, revealing the pointed canines. Her massive head was lingering over her paws, long black claws pressed against the concrete.
"Smaller?" Mikoto remembered being told the distinction between mountain Abyssinians, who were the largest of the breeds built for the rough mountain territory, and the Abyssinian blues which were smaller but not by much sharing the same developments for the lower mountains.
She thought of the wolves in the forest of the four kingdoms, the range of sizes that dwell near and in the cathedral. The holy site for all wolves in the four kingdoms. Depending on the age and type of wolf, even their breeding, a wolf's size could vary. Many of the elder wolves, the name only implied that they were older. Their height in human form could stand as tall as eight feet, not including ears. Even a few were just a little taller than Mikoto, which made her feel a little better. She looked like a middle school athlete standing next to an Olympic athlete super models' types, which many of the wolves thought of the elder wolves. And she showed it, wearing a gruff expression on her face, arms high across her chest as many would put their hands on top of her head in pictures. The size difference was due to the interbreeding with humans that caused the various sizes to pop up among the packs.
It's like comparing SUVs, and elder wolf would be a full-size all-terrain vehicle compared to the smaller built for the road, nothing greater than a speed bump vehicle. While the description compares the two mechanical vehicles it really doesn't give the full picture when comparing the wolves.
The Abyssinian blues were a smaller wolf. But they had the same bone and muscle density, same thick hide and same tenacity as an Abyssinians and could hold their own in battle.
Mikoto had seen many do it against the elder wolves. She'd seen it when they played, and they played rough and when they'd trained and they trained rough. But a shewolf, regardless of her position in the pack and rank as a wolf knew the greatest benefit one could maintain and recognized is that a wolves' strength lies in its numbers. The pack rules and their teamwork were impressive.
She let out a groan, leaning her head to the left and then right, hoping to see around the wolf, who was looking back at her and moving her head right to left.
Always the smartasses…she groaned, thinning her eyes at the wolf in the door. The wolf thinned her eyes back.
I wonder how Senessa is doing." She said absentmindly as she struggled to sense her but nothing. hmmm... Mikoto looked over to Ronan.
what don't even… Anastasia! a flood of warmth flow over her cheeks I'm focused… Don't even huh! Hmph! Wait a minute? Did the idiot say… Attacked a certain city and was defeated… Why? Letting her eyelids drop in thought, does that sound familiar... No way!" her eyes rounded in shock and immediately fell thinning her eyes.
Something was awry, something felt ominous, heavy and suffocating. Mikoto turned, "Anastasia… Where are you?" She reached out to take her hand, what are you?
Mikoto saw the muscle tick along her jawline, her lips thin. With an uneasy look in her eyes, she looked at Anastasia, feeling a foreboding swirling around them. Anastasia? Mikoto mumbled, taking her hand, "let it go… It's fine… I'm right here… And…
