the rusted steel

Kite scowled as the strangers attention remained mostly on their work, instead of the Armadan Princess. The wolf spoke, identifying them as a stranger to Kite. Her scent was also unfamiliar to her. She hadn’t even caught it in passing before today. That marked her as someone very new to the Armada. No wonder she had so little respect. Tossing her head back, Kite glanced up at the brightening sky, and her scowl deepend. She needed to put her mask on soon or she would regret it.

“Well, yes. My Father usually has a selection of spears, there good for defence and hunting. He’s still recovering supplies from the Flood” She said, mostly to show how much more she knew than this wolf. “I’m Princess Kyanite Fatalis. Your new here, aren’t you?”


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