TIME FOR DESTRUCTION
02-01-2014, 09:17 AM
Drahshiel had been occupying the evening time with a lively game of catch-that-skink as sleep seemed to be eluding him. It was then a call rang out from the battlefield. It wasn't unusual to hear the serenade's of his kind echoing across the terra for blood but this one was familiar. Artemis? He didn't know the femme well at all but she was of Glaciem and the call was a challenge. Drashiel slipped out of his den brimming with curiosity when he saw S'alkrie taking off toward the call. "Hey S'alkrie wait for me!" He hoped they wouldn't get in too much trouble for this but judging by the fresh scent trail, Isardis was headed there as well. What on earth was going on. The youngling followed closely by his friend and came upon a group of wolves. Hackles and fur raised nervously at the scents of the strangers when it dawned upon him. Artemis was challenging for Valhalla? "What is she thinking?" he whispered. He knew Valhalla was their enemy but what was the purpose of this? A distraction? A challenge to shake their enemy? Or perhaps one to undo them completely? Drashiel gazed at the Valhallan wolves. Would they follow a Glaciem fae even if she won? Peridot gazed focused ultimately on Isardis. He trusted his father, certain the male had a plan. |