Here Lies A Fool

*Azalea* · 06-17-2013, 06:10 PM

It had always been that Azalea had head an expressive face and now was no different. It was possible that is what made her appear so... soft. She really didn't think of herself as soft at all. In essence she was a lot like her father, refined but not entirely against killing a wolf for the right reasons.

"You'd do best to watch your tongue bitch, before I have to teach you your place." Sexist son of a bitch. Azalea's lips drew back and her stance fixed to one of defense. "Clearly you don't know who you are talking to, rogue." The stranger met her gaze, eyes locking in a battle of wills. "I speak to myself because it reminds me who I am and what purpose I have on this planet. Now stay out of my fur."

Azalea snorted. She had four paws on the ground and a pack waiting for her return to keep her mind of her "purpose." Whatever floated his boat though, she supposed. "I am Aditsan Achak, first of his name, rightful ruler of Serpent's Grave and heir to its throne. I am a pure one, and I am superior." Her ears tipped forward, straining. "What did you say?" She questioned, her voice calm now. Her anger was quick to pass as the wolf seemed to have made clear he was not going to fight her.

She took a moment to appreciate the fact that she should have been terrified. She came dangerously close to taking part in her first battle. It was something she took strong interest in but hadn't practiced in a long time. Not since her brothers left.

The peppered wolf was facing her again and now Azalea moved closer. She was more relaxed now, advancing a few feet before stopping. There was still a good distance between them but not as extreme as before. This was a more social distance.

Speech,

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