TIME FOR DESTRUCTION
02-02-2014, 06:30 PM
At the call of the challenger Azalea felt compelled to follow, as did many Valhallans. Perhaps Chrysanthe had not wanted them all to follow her but it was their home at stake now and they needed to see what would come next. Azalea had to run to catch up with the others, making sure that her boys would stay put and not follow suit. She melded into the Valhallan crowd panting, amber eyes surveying her pack and most importantly her aunt. Finding Sarak was instinctual. They had only just proclaimed their relationship to each other and he had only just come home. Slinking up from his right side she pressed against him and cast her tongue across his muzzle. It was the first time she had shown public affection for him but that was the last of anyone's worries. Especially hers. Amber eyes caught the sickly white figure across from her and her heart slammed into her chest. The jolt of shock rocked through her and she was certain that Sarak would not miss it. Isardis. She felt sick and wondering why the hell he was there while at the same time cursing herself for coming. She was aware that her breathing was getting faster and shallower as she thought of the ugly, horrible creature laying eyes on her children. Touching them. Tainting their minds and perhaps even their very souls. |
