heartless dishonour

*Isardis* · 11-11-2013, 09:34 PM

Silently he would slink from downwind, snout raised as nostrils would quiver with a flourishing suspicion; Argent sauntered somewhere ahead, and oh wasn?t he to be surprised? Her scent had been awkward the past few days, something loitered within her blood, simmering weakly in a manner that refused to suggest what ailment plagued her. She hadn't come into season this Autumn. He wanted to know if she had been defying him, if she had something to hide; and as his paws ceased, lingering helplessly against the border of his enemy, the realisation of her own betrayal pounded his ribs with a force uncomprehendable. Unknowingly, or perhaps even aware, she would bring that boy a day closer to his death. Who was he to lure family from where it belonged? To medal with the ranks and loyalties of the two women he knew his once-father adored. If Isardis would die at the feet of good cause, it would be to keep Sendoa and Argent by his side. His dedication to them dangerously unwavering. A whine would fall from cherry lips as her scent disappeared into the territory, intertwined with that of the pathetic leader; and silently, gritting flustered teeth The Ivory King would turn to retreat back to the north. He knew as much as he needed, Argent was up to something, and whatever happened was to be linked so plainly to Taurig and his pathetic lair.

--- exit

ooc; Ha, oh yes I did- pointless? Maybe. ;)

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