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*Erani* · (This post was last modified: 02-16-2014, 09:49 PM by Erani.)

Erani

Snowy paws, slick with water from her crossing of the sea, carried the snowy female along the sandy shore of the Island that, until now, had been Valhalla?s new home. Deep blue eyes were glazed with fury, feral and icy. Chrysanthe had lost the challenge for Valhalla. None of the rage that coursed the aging female?s veins was for her daughter. All of it was directed at Isardis and the usurper, Artemis. She?d had quite enough of Glaciem?s pestering. Valhalla would not die because of the bastards.

She wasn?t sure where her daughter had gone after the challenge was lost. Her blood daughter trailed behind her, as well as her family, her brother and nephew. Sarak would stay beside Azalea. The soft crunch of hooves on sand told her Obsidian trailed the small group. With a flick of her tail, Erani turned, facing the Island. Her head tilted back, and she issued a long, powerful summons that thundered, for all that there was no masculinity present in her tones, through the jungle. It would carry far, and it would be heard. A summons to the pack.

She leapt up to seat herself on a rocky outcropping of boulders, tail curled about her haunches, waiting.

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