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Isardis

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01-15-2014, 04:47 PM




Oh the poor little ebony, all twisted around the thumbs of his sad fate; his spine contorted and mangled, clingingly so desperately to the form of his ?wife?. A wife, so to speak, that didn?t need him in the slightest. He would have appreciated the man?s desire to jump to the point, if in fact he was a true King, and not just the slave of a greater woman. As the pale-eared brute attempted to form a barrier between ?The Oracle? and himself, Isardis would only chuckle weakly. ?Oh yes, when one feels vulnerable they must always abuse a man based on the colour of his skin,? sarcasm dripped; the offense was so old, so highly used, it didn?t even manage the bristling of his hackles. He would have to do better than that. And so Isardis? interests in his presence would again dwindle and crumble beneath coral paws, a left-wards step allowing him to gaze more elegantly upon the pale woman in question.

Her answers were satisfactory, ?And are you a family of fighters, siren?? he already knew the asnwer, ?Glaciem holds the strongest forte of trained and able-bodied warriors in the lands, we have single-handedly ended a war against numbers thrice our own. I will offer you the security of our established people, if ever you are threatened by the powers of another,? his voice trailed lightly, ruby gaze daring to glance pleasurably back at the duo-toned eyes of her ebony bodyguard. ?On the condition that you would offer us the same, and that we could share a trust between our packs; a pact to never withhold vital information, and never betray. If you no longer desire our services later, for as long as you are not associated with the enemy, Glaciem will stand neutral to you,? it was honesty- bendable, perhaps- but still truth. ?And to your husbands suggestion of proof, we are possibly the only standing pack that has been capable of proving themselves so far. Unless of course, he desires a test of individual strength?? as he trailed he would shift, swaying, gazing at the man for a few brief moments, smirking, blissful.