OFF WITH HER HEAD
11-03-2013, 10:27 PM
The fragmented howl of her queen had attracted the wounded viper to the horrific scene, elongated limbs propelling her to the base of a small incline from where the Empress had supposedly launched herself off of out of desperation. A small frown had caressed the adolescent?s bloodied countenance as her pupils traversed the gory mess left in the corpse?s wake, not out of pity but of sheer disappointment with the masked woman?s course of action; had she truly committed suicide over her loss upon the battlefield? Such a prospect was interesting to ponder over as the wraith made her way sluggishly back to the northern region of the island, sights set upon her allies? domain rather than that of her former queen and pack?s, the disdainful frown stagnant upon her features as she journeyed. Surely their allies needed to know and therefore she would inform them, but it was doubtful that many ? even those within her own pack ? would grieve over the loss of the mahogany bitch, for not even she found the faintest emotional pull towards the wench or her self-induced demise. As her paw-pads scuffed against the rugged surface of snow, signifying that she had successfully breached at or near the borders of Glaciem?s kingdom, the wraith allowed her muzzle to tip back, gaping jaws unleashing a curt and somber summon for the pallid sovereign who she assumed had escaped from their adversary?s domain. Once the beckon concluded, the babe allowed her skull to descend out of respect towards the king, tail brushing loosely against her ankles as she shifted her weight from side to side, anticipation burning her paws as she awaited his approach. |
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