You don't have to do it alone

The Warlord gave a soft grunt of acknowledgment at her statement on Plague. He had a feeling all of those who cared for her would be angered by what Hattori had done. If that man was wise, he wouldn’t stick his head out in these parts for a good time yet. The Warlord leaned over and gently tapped her chin. “Empress, my fangs are yours. If you ever want them to taste his flesh, you need only say the word.” He promised her softly.

He leaned back again, releasing her and smiling softly “As you wish” He agreed, getting to his paws, and offering her his arm. Wishing only to take her from her troubles for a time.


"Sirius Fatalis"