Cynics & Critics {Isardis]

Whispers circled the air around her large frame. They called to her, spoke to her, in coded phrases. Broken glass voices lost to the edge of isolation and darkness they scream for the sun and she hears them but barley. What did they cry of? Their voices were so weak when the world turned cold and betrayal was an on going endeavor. She had heard the sentence but why had it been passed? If he were to defend his honor, to justify why he had done it, then she would need all the pieces to the puzzle. Perhaps she was risking everything as she pressed her heels to the border of the warring pack. Perhaps insanity was clinging to the depth of her mind once again, altering her perspectives, and creating illusions when the truth was far sweeter and inviting then the hole that she fell threw from time to time.

Her crown rose for a moment. Her nose was sipping the unknown aroma of the pack of destruction. Why had the doomed her king? What had he done, surly it was something, and such acts of vengeance were clearly fueled by some fire brought on from the cobalt king. He was no innocence merely being twisted by fate, she knew that, he could claim to be the victim but a price was paid for ever action. She knew nothing of this king. Not who he was, what his ambitions were, or why he did the things he did. She was prepared for a battle should he feel threatened of her presence. She would prey to Cerberus that No harm was to come for simple curiosity. Though the cat had lost a life or two from following such thoughts. She was healed from her battle with Medusa. No longer at risk for deeper injuries should she be invited into combat and she welcomed the feel of pain.

Never the less, she simply wanted conversation. She raised her head and allowed her summoning to rise into the territory. It was inviting and neutral. She had given respect by not passing the boarder. She would not trespass and she would wait, however long it took, for the king to come, with or without his subjects to greet her. She allowed her rump to fall to the ground and her tail to curl around her paws. Her head was lowered and her body language spoke of her neutral appearance here. She was merely hungry for answers and she would do her best to not insult the king.

Speech!