SKYWARD

Did the sunset queen boast of a relationship with the enemy, or was she wise and selective in her choices? Did she possess the pack-interested desire to flourish as a superior, to remove all who posed a threat to her, or did she settle for solitude, and for blind peace? Entirely unaware he was, however he risked the potential of attack for the sake of a dwindling curiosity. Amenti had been overthrown by the enemy, and Glaciem now stood more alone than it was before. Power was no issue, but numbers lacked in a world where strength consisted of one solitary King. He was careful to remain distanced, a rare respect he would not have offered the striking lady had she not so appealed to him in their single meeting. Willing she had been, to tango with his taunting words. Did she yield to pleasure in the same way now, or would she falter and bend over for the loyalty of Valhalla and it?s companions. He called for her, a suggestive and melodic craving for her company as the superior would rest backwards; haunches pairing with the dampened earth of the mangroves as Isardis awaited her succumb.