What Goes Up..
Ringing, the lovely high-pitched repetitive noise that seemed to go off without remorse, filled the small room. The dust clinging to the air as the small beams of moonlight that managed to escape into the room showed them dancing softly in the early morning hours. The wind outside makes the walls bend a bit, mostly due to the weather and being left out to the elements. They'd much like everything in this make-shift shack that needed to be updated and soon be set out to be replaced… Though back to the original thought, whoever mastered the damned noise to higher frequency this early in the damned morning needs to be beaten with a sock full of butter. The thought of a black blurred humanoid being beaten with bunches of socks full of butter brought a small smile to the rosy chapped lips of the milky white skin of the young woman. Parting so the sigh could leave her lips as she began to sit herself up using her arms as support, seeing the beams of moonlight peaking in through the loose boards of the makeshift shack.
Despite the whole thing basically being dilapidated, the young woman had managed to make due with it, even though it was honestly something that wasn't even suited for garden storage. Rubbing away the sleep away, at least trying to- as her thick auburn lashes rubbed together before lying back on her makeshift cot as she grumbled. Her lids opening up to see the darkened room, her pale green eyes almost glowing in the dark as she began stretching, feeling the muscles stretch and contract, a suggestive sigh escaping her as a few places within her back and joints all popped. Arching her back as she stood up, she stood up and began getting through her morning routine. Lastly, after her usual business and gathering her long braided auburn and orange hair usually lying lazily along her back to where it rested against her inner thigh. She had it wrapped up in a bun, with the surgical bonnet for her uniform, hiding her hair effectively, and the edges of her ears as usual. Not entirely sure why, honestly the uniform was that of black nurses' pants, and long sleeved scrubs. The whole ensemble hid a great majority of the young woman's curves and bust, the loose sports bra that held her breasts to her body made her almost appear flat chested. Almost.. Though in all honesty, looking upon the young five-foot, two-inched woman, you'd think her of a regular human, unlike the basic amazons, she lived around the shortest, besides herself, being a lovely five foot nine inches. Effectively making her the runt in any litter of this clan.
Looking at the squirrel clock resting on a shelf full of tools and the small amount of personal items she had acquired, and toiletries. A puff of air blew past her lips to her brow where a small tuft of auburn hair poked out from the little bonnet. The tips of her ears were feeling a bit pinched with how tight the bonnet was to keep from falling from her head. a grimace coming from her as she stretched her limbs before continuing forward. "Three more days.. Myra.. Three more days." she chanted to herself, looking at the mist-covered sky, the moisture filling the earth as the cool wind picked up a bit, she left the minimum shelter her little awning outside her little shed had to offer before she ran into the manor's peach orchard maneuvering her way to the said manor. Picking up a peach off one of the branches along the way. Something she'd taken the habit of doing since she first came to them when she was only eight years old.
Myra didn't recall much of her family, let alone what became of her parents, when or where she originated from. The only clue to her heritage was that of a small pendent she kept tucked inside the little squirrel clock in her makeshift home. An opal pendent with silver and wolfsbane insignia embedded into the webbed gold and silver dragon all wrapped and holding onto the opal with everything it had. Least that's what she had inferred about it, she was still thankful to the late Mistress Jade, who had made sure Myra had received it upon her eyes opening, from whatever had happened prior. Nostalgia hit the young woman as she recalled the doe-like eyes of the Mistress, a fierce, kind and respected woman. Mistress Jade went above and beyond to stick up for Myra from the rest of the manor and the small territory their clan had ownership of, even stepping in to keep her husband from banishing Myra to the wilds. She was truthfully taken care of, without much care in the world, by Mistress Jade. Treated as the third child to the couple, at least by the children and the mistress herself. Well, that is to say, up until she was fourteen and Mistress Jade was "replaced" by the true mate of Master Jason. Jade had fought everything in her being to make everything as comfortable as she could for her own children, Myra included, even though she wasn't blood. Having the agreement signed in front of the whole clan, the council was also present for the signing and challenge.
The whole thing, event, and all.. Never left Myra, she couldn't understand why it all took place. Yes, Jade and Jason weren't true mates, but they seemed happy enough, they even had two children, Sasha and Kendrick. Though honestly nothing to do with the whole werewolf ideology, let alone their ways in general, made no damned sense to Myra. She knew her being there in itself shouldn't ever have been allowed. She should, by all rights, and their laws be left to rot in the wilds, seeing how she herself wasn't a wolf. Least to what she could recall, mean she didn't go through any of the normal changes least what was normal for the River Clan. But she always felt that maybe she was intruding and would maybe benefit from being left in the wild til she could find the humans. Jade would immediately begin insisting she needed to be patient, her wolf would come to her in time, everyone had their own rhythm. "If everyone was playing to the same beat we'd have nothing but sheep and cattle, you would soon be a symphony. Everyone with a brain cell will be envious of it." Jade would tell her, any and everytime she began to feel inadequate. Or when Master Jason was around her alone, a normally stoic man, with very little to say, though when he spoke it was best to listen the first time. The only person who could dare go toe to toe with him or defy his words was that of his now late wife. Now with her gone, and his new love.. His true mate, who won the challenge. In return, the livable version of Master Jason disappeared. The same man who cherished and spoiled his biological children, upon being mated with his true mate, sold Sasha to help the finances of the clan. Luckily for Sasha, she was sold to her own true mate, who was able to orchestrate the whole thing to ensure her safety. Though it was still hard on all three of the children, who had grown fond of one another, with Sasha out, Madam's child from her previous engagement took the place. Which introduces Robert, or as Kendrick and Myra called him in private, mommy's pride.
"Orphan!" Ah.. Speak of the devil, Myra couldn't help but feel her cheeks fill up with air as she puffed out a sigh trying to keep her cool. The lovely nickname the Madam had lovingly bestowed upon her called lazily over the railing of one of the many banisters inside the clan home.
"Yes, Madam River, how might i be of service?" Myra's voice echoed monotonously through the corridor as she wiped her hands clean on her pants, keeping her eyes straight ahead of her feet shoulder-length apart, and hands with palms up. The standard way of greeting the Madam of the home, since her duel she'd been paranoid that someone who loved the fallen mistress would take up arms. A presumptuous thought.. Seeing how no one by law could unless they were true mates.. Seeing how wolves only received one, and hybrids were extremely rare, and kinda culled, no one would have a reason to do anything to her. Even if it was popular opinion that the Madam should have fallen those years ago, not the Mistress.
"Orphan stop dawdling and get Robbie to the washroom. He brought in one of your kind, and she's being too clingy, and making the house smell like a brothel." She whined as she put her nose up in disgust, her 3 am martini in hand, before she marched down to disappear somewhere in the house. Though even with the lovely woman out of ear-shot, Myra bit her tongue before heading towards the stairs full intending on doing what she needed to be done before dealing with the little man and his fling of the night. Not for nothing but she wasn't his mommy. Nor did she want to have to be anywhere near him until she absolutely had to. In other words, fully intending on avoiding the little jerk like the plague.
So, going into the kitchen where she had begun going through the inventory of the kitchen, she began prepping the breakfast for the house filled with fourteen people, plus getting out the meat for the night's dinner and feast. All the things she'd need to come back later in the day to prep for dinner, while making up the lovely spread for the morning. Almost missing the scent of pine and charcoal filled her nose as she was lifted from the floor and twirled around, it would have been comical if she hadn't been holding the egg mixture for the assailants' omellette as she tried not to make a sound. After all gods forbid her to make a noise unless it's to master the masters or the Madam of the house.
A deep chuckle left the firm body behind her as his face came down, and he nuzzled the top of her head affectionately. "Sorry, sis, just saw you looking like a depressed expresso." Kendrick commented as he released her to help clean up the mess. Though the panic that reached Myra's eyes hinted to him, he might want to reconsider helping her. "Oh.. Sorry guessing Dad's.. Becky is up and about?" Kendrick asked, refusing to address her by anything but her name. Well, at least the nickname Madame absolutely hated, earning a small giggle as Myra nodded.
"Yes, your darling brother brought in another straggler, so she wants yours truly to go in and break it up or even better stop him from making a pup." Myra let Kendrick in on the task his stepmother oh so lovingly bestowed upon her this morning. The six-foot six man gagged as he shook his head, grabbing himself a grapefruit.
"Yea, no. I'm sorry I don't get the appeal of him,. I mean honestly, he's not that bad looking, but still his attitude.. You think maybe he's a sub?" He asked with a wry smile wiggling his brows as Myra took everything in her to keep Stoic and try not to show the discomfort in that conversation. "Mean imagine it, the chicks she brings home look like mommy dearest.. my gods, you think they are all mommy-" the grapefruit was immediately met with the blabbering Kendrick's mouth as a now uncomfortable and flushed Myra laughed awkwardly shaking her head before going about finishing her duties. While, of course, he continued talking mouth full of grapefruit, not seeming to care as he kept imagining different scenarios out loud.
