HORRIBLE SANITY
02-17-2014, 11:40 AM
The ebony woman traipsed slowly toward the battlefield, curious to follow the call for her matriarch. Did the challenger know what had become of Amenti? That it was, in fact, Amenti no more? That it was now ruled by wolves blessed with the power of the gods above? It was unlikely. The residents of Alacritia seemed far too ignorant to the powers that walked among them. This day they would learn. It was foolish to challenge her. Natalya would only think those words as she approached the scene and seated herself in the shadows. There was no need to tell anyone how poor the challenger's decision was. Nat was far more interested in listening to the fight that would soon be raging before her, letting her silent presence show her support for Virgil as the lesson taught itself. This battle was nothing but a small bump on the path to domination, but one that she would interest herself in nonetheless. In the meantime, she could get a feel for the land that she was sure to find herself fighting on sooner or later. |
