Let me hear your battle cry

*Lietaenyl* · 10-04-2013, 05:04 PM

A witch with a frown should be neither patronized nor crossed. One would assume Zodiac would know as much by now. The dame?s satin lips were curved into a look of exasperation at having woken alone and with no forewarning as to where her friend had lumbered off to. Her initial response had been to bide her time in the event that the larger female was merely out relieving herself or possibly hunting for whatever morsels there was to be had. However, as the minutes ticked on her surety in these speculated activities lessened, allowing her annoyance and unease thrive without reservation. Not that she would ever admit to being worried.

How could she leave and not say anything? It wouldn?t have taken more than a few nudges to stir her from slumber, inform her of her intended whereabouts, and then depart to whatever godforsaken hovel she fancied. ?Unless she didn?t want me to know about it?? the thought rose unbidden in her thoughts, planting the seed of further doubt where already a field of it grew.

The black female quickened her strides and grimaced at what she had come to find in her search. The scene before her was disturbingly familiar. Not because the witch had ever set foot on the bloodied plateau but because it was this very thing that she and Zodiac had fled from in the first place. War, strife and death were what had brought them to Alacritis? shores. Liet did not want to be here but apparently the urge was not as easily resisted in Zodiac.

Said wolf stood in a carefully constructed ring as her howl echoed its challenge, summoning another female. Being too far to hear what was being said, Lietaenyl rushed up to the designated fighting area but respectfully - or reluctantly - stayed outside it's perimeter. "I hope you know I'm not healing you if you get hurt!" She huffed, sulking and knowing that her threat was an empty one.

Speech,

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