WORLD ON FIRE
08-21-2013, 12:13 AM
She had been sitting in her normal resting spot, a patch of thick grass near the northern boarders. Her emerald green eye just staring off infront of her, not truely seeing anything. She knew her heating cycle would begin soon and end by the end of this season. So the question was, would Isardis choose to mate with her? Surely he would after all they had talked about right? But did he know she would near her cycle? Or did she need to call for him? For now she would let her King come to her. A howl broke her silence making her head snap to the side. It sounded like Argent. At once the white ghost would stand and move off in an easy floating like trot. It did not take her long to reach the Overseer, coming from behind. She was not alone, a female of browns and a blueish grey male were the first to answer. She stopped at Argent's side, her friend, head lowered slightly in respect."It must not be good if the Overseer calls us all to her..aye?" She whispered in her irish accent. She took a few steps to the side and sat down, still facing the same way as Argent. Speech Thought Others |
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