You Oughta Know
03-19-2014, 06:49 PM
A call rang out, an unfamiliar one to the giantess, who picked up the pace and trotted towards the origin of the howl. She was not the first to arrive, far from it. A strange alabaster femme stood at the borders, but seemed far from calling any dire attention to herself. What was distressing was the threatening demeanor of one of the Sola Knight's, towards one of the Ebon's. Pale silver audits caught the tail end of a conversation, the Ebon Knight confessing to the rape of the Queen upon the borders. This must have triggered the anger from the pale Sola, but did not explain why they were duking it out before a prospecting alliance. The jet furred soldier would stride up with all the intimidation she could muster, fixing her eerie gaze upon the Sola with an aggravated expression. "There is a time and a place for this, Sola. Neither of which is here and now. Calm yourself, or I will be forced to remove you from the premises." Neutral tones would warn as she placed herself a couple paces from the aggressive male. She did not need this male to make a mockery of this pack, despite how coloured the marked Queen's opinions were already of Ebony. With her tormenter within the ranks, no doubt she would not be seeking an alliance here much longer. Magma and glacial gaze would flick to the tribal marked features of the powerfully built stranger, crown giving a dip of greeting. "My lady, I apologize if this meeting seems disturbing, I assure you we are not as disorganized as we may appear now." Strong tones would assure the stranger as she gladatrix stood calmly among the group. Her ebony pelt glinted in the light, bearing a lattice work of scars to speak of her prowess and competence. The obsidian warrior dragged her gaze to the soot furred queen and give her a soft smile and a deep bow of her powerful cranium. She was attempting to put all of this under control, for such a display was not quite necessary from her subjects. They needed to seem poised and controlled, well organized. Certainly not disorganized with fighting among the ranks and disorder rampant. This was far from acceptable, and if these wolves didn't clean it up the onyx soldier would have to drag them off and separate them. However, none of this was betrayed by her pale blue and orange-crimson gaze, she seemed as formidable and neutral as always. However, she was mildly intrigued by how the strange ruler would react to finding the man who had raped her within a pack she sought to ally with. Most would react with disgust and anger, or even fighting, which wouldn't surprise the warrior in any way. However, defiling females was not in any way new to the masked she wolf, having been raised amid the Militants- where such a thing happened to frequently to be of issue. Tall audits would give an absent flick as she surveyed the scene, waiting for reactions. SOLDIERS FOLLOW MY LEAD, REPEAT AFTER ME -PLATINUM- |
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