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SEVEN NATION ARMY



Avalon

Somnium

age
13+ Years
gender
Female
gems
26
size
Large
build
Heavy
posts
617
player
Dragon Mod

The Ooze ParticipantFamousChristmas 2019Treat 2019Promptober 2019
10-21-2013, 11:02 PM





Fear and panic settled into Avalon as barks and snarls and howls flew all around her. She had been sick to her stomach when she saw the torn man on the ground, the one that Isardis had slain to initiate this sick game. Her leg had not yet fully recovered...though it was hard for any sort of recovery when her "pack" was constantly beating on her. Avalon would often retreat to the darkest corners she could find and keep out of the way of the amenti women. They claimed to love her, but she knew differently. The love her family used to give her was vastly different...and she longed to be with them again. But alas, she was forced to come and fight for Amenti and Glaciem...but she didn't want to. Valhalla were allies, she would not lay a claw on the ones that were much like her adopted family. Her father knew them well, and she would not turn against them. With a pounding heart, she rushed on the sidelines of the fray, keeping out of the way of snarling fighting wolves as she sought out Gretel, one of the other slaves. Avalon was glad that Kestrel didn't need to come...she was just a pup, far too young to fight. Though she hoped she was safe back at the pack...she had been greatly surprised and horrified when she saw that Morgana had brought back her Snow Rogue "sister" and knew that somewhere at home, Mercianne must be dying with worry. The thoughts were pushed out of her mind for now as she located the other woman, and hurriedly she went over to stand beside her. Avalon brushed her pelt against Gretel's as she stayed close, eyes wide with fear and her heart pounding as she looked around. "Gretel...I don't want to fight! Not against family! Can't we run? Canttina is distracted...I don't even know how to fight...and even if we could fight, we won't last long with our injuries..." Her eyes would begin to well up with tears as her desperate plea was whispered to her companion. She hoped that somehow in this fray, they could escape to somewhere safe...


"Speech."




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