TO EAT FLESH, TO DRINK WINE

*Azalea* · (This post was last modified: 09-23-2013, 10:52 AM by Azalea.)

"Eye trick? It's unparalleled genetics," The apparition looked at Azalea with a smile on her face. The emotion there was one that confused her, unable to tell what the wolf was thinking or feeling. Her words left the red-head speechless. It was certainly an interesting response and she really didn't know what she was expected to say in return. "Well, congratulation," She almost wanted to say, her mind frustrated with not knowing what the wolf before her was playing at.

"What brings you out here? Misery, contemplating suicide? Perhaps you're stumped on how to gain your own kingdom?" Her head cocked as the wolf again cracked a smile, seeming almost charming now. Her words however were anything but charming. "None of those things. Have you met many wolves that are miserable, contemplating suicide, or stumped on how to get a kingdom?" She played the words back at the wolf, wondering what sort of answer she would get.

With a soft, almost inaudible, exhale she lifted her crown higher. "I am Azalea Adravendi, Heir to Valhalla. I have no reason to be any of the things you mentioned." Even without her title Azalea wouldn't be thinking about killing herself or be miserable or be trying to figure out how to win a kingdom. She would be charming the pants off the masses and with her youth, she had much time to get a kingdom of her own.

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