YOUR EYES GET DARKER EVERY DAY
01-28-2014, 06:02 PM
Perhaps Isardis might have chosen Argent first, but that meant so little to the blue-hued warrior. For you see, she had been chosen second, and provided that she did not betray him as Argent had - she was confident she would hold her good favor with him until the end of her days. Argent may have been his first choice, but it was clear that Sendoa was the better choice. ?I can see where you might come to that conclusion, but luck had nothing to do with it,? she would chide matter-of-factly. Love had everything to do with it. Emerald eyes blazed white-hot. Two could play at the silver's game. ?The prisoners have been released, they were useless. Their Queen came to barter for them but Isardis refused her. Only weeks later he let them go their own way. Valhalla has been unusually silent, word has spread that the plains are empty - we don't know yet where they have chosen to move.? It didn't much matter, as far as she was concerned their dealings with Valhalla were through. And, on the off chance that they weren't through, it wouldn't be hard to locate such a large pack. Tail curled around her hips, the tip of it dancing this way and that - a testament to her coiling insides. It was strange how she had once admired Argent and now felt nothing more than reproach for the silver. Oh how quickly the tides had turned. The hour she had allotted herself was ticking away, but she would not yet retreat to her den - the blue wasn't set to concede this war of wits just yet. The boys were likely still sleeping, and she had little worry over Kyarst wandering off in his weakened state. Jigsaw would likely keep him in line - perhaps for the first time in their short lives. It was curious how quickly their personalities had developed, and altogether amusing. ?speech,? |