No Angels
03-30-2014, 03:17 PM
Infection had run rampant down the slender structures of his limbs, however far from crippled the pale King had certainly seen better days; loitering by the gaping mouth of his den. However no less relentless, Isardis would avoid the title of his leadership; mellowed perhaps by the temperature that had spoiled his focus. A swift bark would call her to him, for her welcoming scent seemed to always loiter somewhere nearby. Her dedication to him and Glaciem was undeniable, and he knew she would aide him in any way he requested, even if perhaps her new title was to be short lived. |