Desperation[MATURE]

*Epiphron* · (This post was last modified: 07-03-2013, 08:37 AM by Epiphron.)

A call rang loudly through the lands, alerting the white-furred woman of a stranger's summons for Gerhardt, her father-in-law. Epiphron Adravendi had been periodically scouting the borders since her husband's departure. She knew that Kamala was in charge, but she was also right up there with her, responsible for whatever tasks might come upon them. And so she went, paws carrying her confidently along, tail curled high above her back. Her posture oozed self-assurance, despite the fact that she found herself leaving the safety of Seracian territory and into the battlefield. It was a place she had never ventured to -- the stench of blood and decay was a bit nauseating to her, and she felt as though she might never smell quite the same again even upon leaving these lands.

Eyelids narrowed to hide her vivid sapphire gaze as she drew closer to the woman. Who was she, she wondered? Her call was deafening in its purpose, full of hate unmatched, brimming with the desire to see Gerhardt fall. And why? He was a great man, certainly one of the best she had ever met -- honorable and loyal and truly kind. A bark sounded as she approached, ears perked in full attention. Though she knew not who this was, nor her reasons for challenging Gerhardt, she hated her immediately. A stranger challenging the King of Seracia? Not only did this bother her, but the possibility that she might not see the change of throne to her and Maverick greatly fueled the rage that had begun to burn in her gaze. Normally Epiphron was a complacent woman, but the possibility of her throne being taken from her -- which she felt she deserved -- shattered any semblance of serenity that she might've been feeling before.

"I pray to the heavens you do not really think you will defeat Gerhardt," she spat, a smirk playing slightly on her lips, despite the rage that bubbled up, tainting her typically sweet lyrics and turning them as sharp as her fangs that peeked from behind her lips. And even if she did, she would fight for the throne herself soon after. This wasn't something she was willing to let slip from her grasp.

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