Nex Sacrementum

Sacrement gave a dark, hidious growl. Her feline figure working it's way acroos the melting snow as if it were nothing. It was time to finnish this! Sixx had been running back and forth telling her howncrazy his brother had gone. They'd meet almost every day as the last remaining, founding members of their origonal home. Nex sacrementum. A pack, but also another word for death-oath. This was what that was, a death oath. Sixx's sudden disapearance could only mean one thing. He was dead.

Sacrement gave a low rumble in her barrel chest as she picked up a farmiliar scent. Prince Nexium himself. The killer of kings and the most feared. The kin-slayer. The prince of mayham, destroyer of hope, crusher of deams, death of the future, so many names to define one wolf. One wold who's unfortunate disapearance changed him for the better. Honnestly, sacrement had thought he was dead. She'd witnessed him burned alive. A burning tree-limb had fallen on him. How could any wolf survive that? Then a year later he's alive and is in a pack??

She came to the mouth of the cave, sighing. She could take many wolves but she only wanted one. Her rage bideing in her body, exploding with such force that would rock buildings. "Nexium, your time is up! Time to pay for killing your own damn brother!" She shouted, loud enough to almost shake the walls! This would surely be a fight to remember.