War has come knocking at our door
10-28-2013, 01:45 PM
| Nausica Saxe |
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Her mothers had once again disappeared, leaving her and her siblings to fend for themselves, but even her siblings weren't to be found. The dark girl pressed forward, following the sound of the call. It demanded her attention, someone was in distress. A wicked smile curled back her ebony lips. Someone for her to torment. She was still no more than a pup but she already had a mean streak. As she entered the scene, it was apparent that she was late. A bored look cross of her face. War. The word caught her attention. She walked forward to stand beside her mother, brushing against her side. So there was a pack at war. She looked at the wolves around her, fear drenched the air, feeding into her desire for blood or torment. Where was her brother? She was desperate for his presence. |