King of crows
12-02-2013, 07:45 PM
Her lover had left the cave to answer the call of a wolf from the battlefield, her angst for bloodshed unbearable, was all the sulty shadow wisp could assume. Getting out of their bed, which she had kept stocking up with pelts from beasts they had hunted and killed, she followed quietly, curious as to what her mate was going to do. When she found her on the battlefield, the fae's tall ebony audits caught Ryu's voice. A grin played on her sharp, elegant features as she watched the interactions of the pair. Seating herself upon the blood soaked ground, she wrapped her long obsidian banner around her tea cupped paws, eager to see what would follow. Her voice would slither from between her dark lips, a purr of encouragement to her eternal grinner. "This shall be fun, lovely Ryu." She murmured, flashing pearl razors as she spoke. Her exotic, dual toned optics flicked back and forth between the two, waiting for the first blow to fall, the first blood to spill. Speech, |