seven ate nine

*Dægmar* · 02-02-2014, 11:54 AM

Poison dripping off my fangs...

D?gmar had taken to wandering again. She told herself she was looking for recruits for Amenti but that was far from the truth. She wasn't sure how to associate with her new pack and the mood there was sour and thick, like rotting meat. The members seemed to be naught but decaying corpses in her emerald eyes. The arrived, the took orders, they left. She didn't see the spirit or fire that she'd been hoping for and it left her with a bitter taste in her mouth. D?gmar was half tempted to steal a pup from Glaciem, the first pack she'd tried to join, maybe stir up a little something. Nothing like war to bring out the fires of a wolf's heart. But she was more fighter than thief and wasn't sure if the idea would benefit her well enough or not.

Grace moved her limbs in a powerful stride when lo and behold the devil snuck up on her. She caught the scent of Glaciem. Oh now, this was interesting. A message from fate perhaps? She came upon a black and white femme staring down into the water. "I see I'm not the only one with a weight on my mind this afternoon."

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seven ate nine

Dægmar