aion
01-17-2014, 04:00 PM
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a war waiting to be won Though her teats sagged and the flesh upon her stomach hung lower than it usually did, the Queen remained in prime condition. However noticeable it might be that she had recently given birth, it didn't bother her much. The two lives she had brought into this world were two that she loved more than she ever thought she could, and she would never regret the pain and agony they had put her in during their birth. 'I see entry into your Kingdom, lovely.' Sweet words were lost on her, and yet they reminded her of the kind that Isardis might fancy. 'My name is Six.' "Sendoa," she would chide in response. "Queen of Glaciem." Eyes would scan almost robotically over the woman, inching over every curve of supple flesh that she could see from her vantage point. "And what, pray tell, is it that beckons you to the Kingdom of the north?" She had to be more choosy with newcomers lately, as Glaciem was growing tremendously and soon they would have no more room for warm bodies. Head would tilt eerily at a slight angle, appraising the woman and looking for a response - however positive or negative it might be. |
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