BLOW THE SMOKE IN DIAMOND SHAPE
07-10-2013, 12:53 PM
thank you shrap ♥ Silently, patiently she waited for the belle of the ball to emerge, her chest expanding and falling with each exaggerated breath given, attempting to soothe her nerves that had been frayed with fervent anticipation as her pupils danced freely about the arena in preparation for the masses that she suspected would approach. Alas, none seemed too keen on dealing with the threatening disturbance she posed; were they so complacent in allowing their king to falter or did he house too much of their confidence? Whatever the case may be, the ambitious wench was intent upon thieving back the Tortugan throne and was indifferent to whoever decided against witnessing the battle that would decipher the imperial from the peasant ? the fewer that dotted the sidelines meant the fewer distractions offered, and she was in no position to allow mere distractions to break her. However, as the thundering of lumbering footfalls greeted her folded ears, she silently wished that she could have brought her whelps along with her to observe the bloodshed and learn a strategy or two, but still they were too young and their limbs too frail to travel more than a few meters. It was a pity their fragile state would deny them the opportunity to witness how their mother fared in true combat. Her pupils locked on to their target as he breached the scene, wavering over the plains of his gargantuan physique as she attempted to pinpoint the weaknesses to center her attacks around. There was a lack of a tail that she suspected would subtract from his overall balance and visible scars that decorated his multihued coat, subject to reopening should she manage to strike them with the required force. He was impressive to say the least and fit the part of a militant quite nicely, but still she was not intimidated by the behemoth for she was not inexperienced in battle despite the fact that her fur was lack of scars to display her feats save for the healing lacerations upon her upper jaw. The sly, devious smirk that had claimed her visage upon entering the male?s realm never vanished even as her current opponent strode into the clearing to accompany her, ever-stagnant if not elongating as he halted a decent-sized distance away from where she had rooted herself. Demanding, irritated vocals vacated the premises of his jaws in question to her motives, only forcing the grin to expand with amusement. ?My pack,? she stated calmly and steadily, mercury gaze never straying from his golden while her defenses remained in lockdown. for TORTUGA |