Klein blood. An eyebrow flicks up a degree; oh how she loves hearing about blood. Blood is everything to her, after all, it is not be wrong to say that Vindictus blood has ascending powers. It has throned her time and time again. "I'm glad blood means something to you. It's getting rather difficult, I'm afraid, to find wolves who still value tradition," Leera says after a moment of watching him, head cocked slightly. Although her words are complimentary, her expression is unreadable. Blank.
She's more interested in this so-called "empire" he speaks of. Rebuilding? A heat prickles along her spine but she conceals her envy, instead smoothing her face into a soft smile. If any empire is going to rise, it is going to be hers. "An empire. Hm. That's rather ambitious of you. I assume the rise will be rather impossible, darling, with your brother kissing the feet of the High Lord."
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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