PURITY RING
03-05-2014, 12:59 AM
The rosy man spoke of an alliance of great proportions; a large and seasoned pack taking a small one under their wing. He didn't appreciate the way that the king looked so haughty and confident before his queen. Didn't he know who he was speaking to? The king may have numbers, but Raisa had loyalty and the love of members who would follow her anywhere and die to protect her. Half of Glaciem were slaves to the North anyway. His hackles rose dangerously as the man shifted to leave. Isardis and his wife were clearly out numbered but Fugue was prepared for any act of idiocy from the strange man. Golden eyes squinted in his direction as he turned to leave the scene. Fugue would follow his queen now, falling into step beside her as she strode back to their camp. The ashen woman had handled the situation with grace and elegance. It was not something that Fugue would have handled well had he been asked to on his own. The pink man would be in pieces for such blatant disrespect. He turned his head to see her bi-colored optics and allowed a smile to spread across his face. "Well handled, my queen. My sympathies go out to king's pride." He finally spoke, chuckling with a darkness in his eyes. She had surely surprised him with her calm, cool grace and the following who had met him together at the border.It was really quite a shame that they had not inquired further into his supposed allegiance...it may have even been a good idea to try and conquer the man and his wife in hopes of taking the huge pack in the north. With that thought in mind, he allowed his deep tones to escape his maw once more. "What will we do about this insult to our being?" He asked her with a furrowed brow. -FUGUE- |
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