Battlescars
12-12-2013, 12:04 AM
Achromatic spitfire had lounged lazily, when the summons of her father reached her pristine ears, the bark short. Without pause she would move to his side, violet eyes glancing over the king and his cobalt queen. She would move at their side, until they came to the border. Coming to a halt, she would stand her eyes glancing over the golden woman, they had recently taken prisoner, and then the blue 'king', and an unknown russet creature she recalled at the battlefield. At her fathers words, her gaze would lock onto the cobalt man, her face expressionless as she awaited for what was to come. Speech, |
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