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Take Me, Save Me



Satis

Loner

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
200
size
Medium
build
posts
71
player
09-19-2013, 08:31 PM




The wench was a fool, a spoilt fool. Glaciem could boast of some of the greatest forces of protection, it?s feminine numbers within the pack enough to give this silver con-artist the affection she seemed to so crave. She had brought herself to the gates of her home, offered her body to her king, swayed with obvious pride. Not once had anybody treated the idiot wrongly. And yet now the pathetic little pup had gone running to strangers, her brain obviously absent as The Land?s Alpha would approach and so wisely deny her safety. She hadn?t deserved it. Refuge was for the abused and the thrown down, not for immature diminutive?s that couldn?t accept the realities of their duties. Useless.

However Satis would remain somewhat neutral on the matter, her presence one of duty and not one of particular passion. She could have laughed at the grey woman?s (Aeil) idiotic words. One had to earn rights and respect, she was dreaming if she thought every wolf was born an equal to the last. If they were she would not stench of submissive rank, it was obvious she had no real place within her pack. Perhaps due to her scattered intellect? The silver duo were not of her interests, and the vixen would waste no energy replying to their childish whines. Instead a dip of understanding would be presented to their marked leader, ?As you wish.? Is all the woman had to say, they were terms she would respect. Not quite stupid enough to risk being outnumbered by the Seracians, and so close to their borders.

The woman would present herself, drowning the marked ladies ears with pathetic words of a false authority. Sharply Satis would snarl, taking a commanding step towards the pale woman?s dwindling physique. ?I suggest you stop before you guarantee your own maim, Prisoner. You hold no authority here! You?re a disgrace to The King that has offered you his life?s protection,? she would pause, voice rolling to a sinister hiss, ?Now move.? Her words were chilled, a conformation of chastise as she would aim to push against the Pathetic?s right shoulder; to guide her from the view of the pack where her punishment would undoubtedly be delivered.