MY DEMONS HAVE WON

*Raisa* · 02-24-2014, 02:45 PM

Holy water cannot help you now
A Thousand armies couldn't keep me out

The sounds of violence fell upon the woman's ears like breaking glass. With a start, without thinking, she let out a savage growl and began to sprint. Her lither body coiled and sprang, propelling herself over the moorland with vicious intent. Whoever was responsible would answer to her jaws, if the cause was not a just one. Adrenaline, liquid rage, pumped through her veins and kept her strong. The sooty woman, eyes glinting with cold fury, came upon the scene like a hell hound fresh form the bowls of the earth. Her fur stood on end, portraying her size as much larger. With her head down and haunches rolled forward, Raisa stalked onto the scene. At first, the pale body of a deceased wolf caught her as strikingly similar to Elsa. She snarled, a savage, pained sound. The wind caught her then, and carried the scent of the blood into her nostrils. For all that it fueled her anger, the Queen realized that this fae was not her Sola. The dark bitch atop her, though, was still a murderer. "I'll give you one chance to haul this carcass off my land, you disgusting wretch, or so help me I will tear you to pieces!" Raisa moved to stand just off the shoulder of her pack mate, the first on the scene, only a pace or two away and ready to leap in if need be. Kaliska had already assumed a stance of violence and Raisa was of a like mind. No fool would choose an assault with the odds doubled against her, unless she had a death wish. If that was the case, however, perhaps a life for a life was what the gods saught. The queen wanted to ask Kaliska what had transpired, what she knew, but there was no time for that now. "You have five heartbeats to decide..."

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