tidalwave

She arrived on the scene, crimson gaze settled upon those who had arrived. Briefly she would brush against Isardis?s side, a urging for him to do well, and an urging for him to not allow himself to come to harm. Before her stood several Valhallan fools, eyes settling upon one who spoke franticly to the girl whom Isardis had likely chosen to pull into Glaciem. She was young, but a pretty thing nonetheless, and Argent would let a growl rumble in her chest at the father. She moved away from her King to give him space, should the cheating Chrysanthe decide to go for a cheap shot, and her eyes settled upon the form of the black and silver male.
?It would seem you are going to die, then. When Isardis wins she will be coming with us. If you interfere after we have honestly won, I will punish you,? she snapped. ?If you have a death wish, I can be your fucking fairy godmother,? she threatened, and her posture displayed the power she felt, the strength in her body. Oh, so strong was her devotion to her albino King, so strong that she would so willingly lay down such an open threat upon the man?s head. Perhaps it was not wise; she knew not how he would respond, nor did she truly know if her leader would win, but oh how she wanted to dig her teeth into all those who called themselves Valhallan. Their last interaction had shown just how weak they all were.