ONE BREATH IN THIS MOMENT

*Satis* · 11-29-2013, 10:02 PM

What a coward; her attacks would go unanswered, and as Satis sunk back upon the realisation that she would not be offered a fight, it would become clear that Chrysanthe had more sinister intentions. Eyes narrowed as her hackles continued to bristle, gaze flicking from the red-faced woman and her russet company. Now, Satis had never truly had anything personal against the Valhallan leader, but as she came to realise her weak gut and lack of nerve, the expression that dwindled her gaze would grow to be one of brittle disappointment. No wonder she and her people lost their war, their leader held no passion for her title. Not willing to become a victim of their plans, Satis would hold her gaze to the Valhallan leader, ?If you are so incapable of besting me then I am not yours to trade,? and with those words the oddity would turn, and without a single glance back at the foolish beings, she would lope for the northern lands that had so long been her home. Don?t give up, Impra!

-- exit Satis

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