It's some sort of pile[Pack Hunt]
01-28-2014, 01:46 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-28-2014, 01:48 AM by Liberty.)
The charcoal siren would drag her feet within the lush snow as she slowly, but surly, made her way toward the gathering hunt. Lova, the dame she had challenged, was calling the hunters together for a hunt. A smirk pulled her lips back, a bemused chuckle slipping from cracked lips. It amused her how she had been the one hunting and maintaining the food supply within Glaciem, and Lova was the bitch Isardis had chosen to lead the hunts? Inner organs would coil bitterly beneath silken armor as the realization played over and over within the young gals mind. No matter how hard she worked she had not gone anywhere within the cherry king's ranks. Would she ever rise above the rest? Or would she be forced to abandon Glaciem all together in order to achieve greatness? By the time she had arrived she was so consumed in her thoughts that she barley cast the dolls a glance before gazing down at the heard below them. She had nothing to say, at least not yet. Speech, |
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