Double Shot of Crown {SIEGE}

*Lark* · (This post was last modified: 10-13-2015, 09:31 AM by Lark.)

Lark had drifted toward the back of the approaching army. Of course, his father led and the rest of the group fell close behind, but Lark felt a duty to keep an eye on the back of the group as they marched; who knew if Hellstrom had wolves guarding the lands outside of their borders, ready to ambush those who dared approach? They knew little of these wolves, only that they were barbaric enough to steal a crown from one of the most peaceful rulers in all of Alacritia.

He wanted quite badly to fight, and the urge only grew when Hellstrom's army appeared. They looked quite a bit smaller, but intimidating too. There was little time for discussion before the fights began to break out, even from wolves he didn't expect to be so eager to fight. His gaze was watchful as he lingered behind most of Abaven, scouting behind them and on the sides, feeling adrenaline begin to flow through his veins, spilling over like water might a flooded dam. Fight me, his stance screamed, his tail flicking behind him as he gazed over the wolves, waiting for one to challenge him - or to find an opportunity to strike first.

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