GLACIEM & AMENTI

Look into my eyes, it's where my demons hide

The man heard the call, but he was oh so very far away. He trotted along in a rush. His muscles rippled as his paws thudded against the snow covered ground. His ears were pinned back and his tail extended for speed. He slithered quickly, sprinting home. A war? He was not very excited to fight, but it was for his family. He had to fight for his family. It was a must, there was no doubt. The man continued on, he smelled other scents, female, so many females. There were two felines, but he was to focused on the females.

The male slowly made his way to the clearing, his presence quickly known. The man moved to the front and cleared his throat. He caught the end of his brothers speech and let forth a light chuckle. "Armada shall always prevail, my brother." His voice was deep and gallivant. He stood tall, his four bands shone in the moons rays. His necklace hung upon his neck elegantly. He looked like a man of power, but really he wasn't. He was really a lazy man-whore. Those silver eyes skipped around, watching as others piled in. He nodded to the masked Empress from an allied pack, who really he was a bit disgusted by. He then looked back to all the bitches, the lovely brood. His core heated excitedly. Though he stood silently. He was respectful, the man would wait for further action. Though, the felines pointed question towards Isardis would perk curiosity.

TAGGED: Isardis / all

WORD COUNT: 258

NOTES: <3

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