Night Terrors

N/A · 11-06-2013, 12:09 PM

The young wolf was quiet, and Eris only hoped that Azalea was taking her words to heart. Inwardly she was fuming at her king, what he had done was despicable. She had always thought him prideful, and arrogant, but not this repulsive. Isardis was a jerk-ass. His name alone almost brought bile to the top of her throat. casting a glance at her own swollen stomach, she wondered what kind of life her children would leave with that pallid brute as their father. Her golden eyes wandered back to the uniquely coloured dame.

The words Azalea spoke chilled her blood. Isardis wasn't completely evil, but he was arrogant and that was what other packs saw. They saw the ramifications of his pride, not some of this redeeming qualities. Though that saddened Eris, she couldn't help but feel that perhaps Azalea was right, would Alacritis be peaceful as long as the pallid ghost lived? She didn't particularly want her children to grow without a father figure, and so far in life, the male that had sired them would be it. It wasn't like she had another option.

"Sometimes I hope that bloodshed is never the answer..." She murmured lightly, her tone light. "Problems of being a healer, I suppose." She said with a half smile.

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