This system couldn't get any weirder in Freja's opinion. Why had her pack been included into this new, fancy pride of king Xerxes, without having the ability to gain good ranks? She was happy her parents had gotten roles as high guards, but nonetheless she had expected a bit more for the heirs of the two former alphas as well. It was a bitter pill to swallow, being degraded from what was considered a princess or even royalty within this pack, to something of a piece of meat sent out ahead of patrols to make sure everything was clear. That's all we are? Tools to be sent out to 'search' the area, risking our own lives? I should at least have a more honorable task! she thought furiously, her darkly coloured tail making a swoosh against the dusty ground, sending a wave of sparkling dust into the air. She got some in her eyes and nose and coughed heavily, wiping her face with her forepaws.
Once the sand finally stopped itching she opened them again she dared open them. She cursed her eyes for being watery due to this encounter. She cursed them, because it looked like she was on the verge of crying. She wasn't.
The first day in her patrol had lead to just that, however. When the patrol leader had come up to her and told her what a 'scout' was supposed to do she had flushed, inhaled as much air as possible and looked about ready to explode in tears and angry yells. Man had she complained to her family afterwards. She'd refused point-blank to do as her high guardian had told her to do, and thus had been sent back to her den with a forceful message of not coming back out nor eat before the sun rose again. As if she'd know when the sun rose within the cave.
Such punishments were strictly speaking unknown to the fae. She had not yet had a case where she hadn't had her will simply by yelling loudly enough or cursing the other soturie out. However, this time she'd found herself forced to obey. She hated it. At some point or another she had to get somewhere higher. She couldn't live the rest of her life imprisoned within the scout role, risking her life every single day without ever getting a pat on the back for a well-done job. After all, she wasn't even supposed to be included in combat! Just make sure to warn the others about it! Sniffling she tried to blink quickly, hoping that her eyes would finally stop watering.
Once the sand finally stopped itching she opened them again she dared open them. She cursed her eyes for being watery due to this encounter. She cursed them, because it looked like she was on the verge of crying. She wasn't.
The first day in her patrol had lead to just that, however. When the patrol leader had come up to her and told her what a 'scout' was supposed to do she had flushed, inhaled as much air as possible and looked about ready to explode in tears and angry yells. Man had she complained to her family afterwards. She'd refused point-blank to do as her high guardian had told her to do, and thus had been sent back to her den with a forceful message of not coming back out nor eat before the sun rose again. As if she'd know when the sun rose within the cave.
Such punishments were strictly speaking unknown to the fae. She had not yet had a case where she hadn't had her will simply by yelling loudly enough or cursing the other soturie out. However, this time she'd found herself forced to obey. She hated it. At some point or another she had to get somewhere higher. She couldn't live the rest of her life imprisoned within the scout role, risking her life every single day without ever getting a pat on the back for a well-done job. After all, she wasn't even supposed to be included in combat! Just make sure to warn the others about it! Sniffling she tried to blink quickly, hoping that her eyes would finally stop watering.