You Wear A Crown But You're No King
09-14-2015, 03:16 PM
The sound was like a knife to Allen's heart. He would rise, fearing the worst was going to happen. The challenge for Threar, knowing what the wolves there meant to Bass, had a mingling of anger and fear within his gut. He would breathe in sharply, cursing the world as he shifted away from the den. He said a quick goodbye to his family and that was it. Allen was on the move. He would march to the battlefield with eyes narrowed slightly, searching for the challenger of Threar. His heart went out to Novella, to Frith, to their little ones. This wasn't right. At least in his mind he swore that this wasn't right. He would swish his tail angrily back and forth, his ears pinned against his skull in an irritated fashion. He would come stand behind Bass, whispering in the pale man's ear. "If this man finds some way to win I promise you, Bass, that there will be hell to pay in retribution for your family." Allen was with the other through thick and thin. Even if it meant war, the calico gentleman was willing and able. "Hear Me Talk," 'Read My Thoughts.' |
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