CHANCES TO MOVE MOUNTAINS

holy tits on a stick, thank you muse ♥



Paw-pads kissed the foliage embellishing the earth she traipsed sluggishly upon, each stride becoming more tentative as a singular scent writhed through her olfactory system, alerting her to the approach of one of her younger recruits ? the sole canine that had shown up at the pack meeting that hadn?t had any ties toward the covetous ice queen or her troublesome trio. Vagueness ensnared her pallid countenance and metallic eyes reflected her apathy as her pupils settled upon his gargantuan figure that had been silhouetted by the ample light provided by the moon, stance shifting just slightly to pronounce her authority over the young male as her skull ascended to its maximum apex and her tail elevated above her rump. Immaculately poised as the prestigious title that branded her suggested, the wraith curtly inclined her muzzle in the direction of the goliath in greeting, pride fluctuating within her as she digested his inferior posture and met his cerulean gaze with her own steel. Triangular ears involuntarily tipped forward as her given moniker graced the midnight air in his baritone vocals, but the babe was far too consumed in the thought of her predicament to verbally greet the male, instead allowing silence to momentarily settle over the duo as she pondered.


Memories of the pack meeting rushed back to hit the wraith between the eyes, extracting her from her imagination and reeling her back into the external world that was occupied by her eager recruit. She scrutinized the male just briefly, attempting to decipher just how competent this brute would prove to be should she truly send him on the mission she had promised. ?And how are we on the topic of sending you off to Ludicael, my friend?? she inquired, deciding upon his fate at that very moment. The ice queen did not believe the brute would reject his demanded task, but she did want to bring the matter up to the male for the pack was desperate for some activity ? it needed to be done as soon as physically possible. After all, the ice queen was eager to learn about the firebird that Medusa continuously raved on about as well as the pack that lie under her regime, so she had made the pack to the east her top priority ? eager to view it for herself as well. Perhaps she would be able to convince the pallid male to allow her to accompany him on his journey and tweak him to become a better diplomat if ever she could along the way, for the brute shared similarities with her silent daughter and success would only be breached if she had a charismatic creature to represent the pack.


"speech"