Invisible Box
12-11-2013, 06:32 PM
It hadn?t been quite as shocking as one may have thought, when Sendoa would sudden wretch her bodice forwards and spit words of lethal venom at the departing boy. Isardis remained standing, his manner no different than it had been moments before, however ears would pull backwards as he eyed the fleeing wolf; ensuring he sustained no thoughts to argue back, or to out-stay his welcome. His blue was disturbed by something, whether it was purely a hard loss or the raging of her hormones, Isardis supported her. She was his queen, and she had every right to force her superiority. She would return to lean against him and he would stabilise himself, leaning into her to allow her weight to press against his own, and silently the ideal duo would leave; magnificent even in their wounded prides. -- exit |