as we collide
08-24-2013, 08:13 PM
There were things that needed to be settled and seemed that today was the day that it would finally be so. Azalea held her head high, traveling in silence. There was a grim look on her face. The call to battle had come and Chrysanthe had flawlessly dropped everything and headed towards the Valhallan border. In many ways, Azalea idolized her aunt. Chrysanthe and Epiphron both, actually. Eos she knew too little of to know what to make of her but she did know that all her aunts and her uncle had all gotten a lot of her grandfather. They were all strong, independent wolves. Closing in at three years of age, they were all much more grown up than her, an almost two year old. When they arrived Gideon was the first to speak, and Azalea strained in a painfully confusing way. His words sparked energy in her and made her want to smile wickedly at the ugly ghost wolf before them but at the same time she knew she needed to hold it together. His taunting would do nothing, there was to be a fight and they needed to keep the causalities minimal for the sake of Chrysanthe. One singular challenge was enough without words egging on another. The female reined in her man quickly, taking a stance before the pallid king and bidding things to get a move on. "Well?" It was something Azalea would say, words spoken with an underlying meaning. "Bring it on," She said internally. |
