Clean slates

There is a place. Like no place on Earth. A land full of wonder, mystery, and danger! Some say to survive it you need to be as mad as a hatter.

A solitary liquid mark of a sentenced passed was left abandoned by the edge of a stream. The eager waters and drank the memories of the fallen and cleansed the body of the victor. She ripped and tugged at every inch until no hint of what had come would raise the others into a revolution. She would indeed break the news of the dearly departed. Express her condolences to those that remained with in the kingdom that she new called her realm. Should they desire to eliminate their ties to the past and seek freedom then she would allow it with no repercussions to follow them. That was as long as they agreed to abide by the law and no longer return to the home they once knew.

Her anchor had gone astray. Perhaps too engaged in severing the ties that would haunt them from the passing of the former queen. It left her with a purpose staring back at her with beady little eyes. It wasn?t a thing she could continue to disassociate herself from. She was responsible for all that resided with in this kingdom and it was high time she showed them all that she gave a damn. The role of queen was a mystery to her. She desired leadership by another means, a master to follow, to do the deeds of. Yet from said deed she now wore the crown atop her head. No matter how many times she shook she could feel it eating into her skull as the days progressed.

Though her mind was plagued with a turbulent and deranged lunacy it was well maintained threw her bloodletting. The memories that haunted her were beginning to fade ever so slightly. She would forever suffer from her episodes but they were less frequent now. She was a cleaver thing and though her body said she would be matched for battle her mind was just as sound as those with the brilliance to be admired for. She could con the fur off a fox?s ass before they even knew they were naked. It was all so curious to her as to show she thought and viewed the world but threw her madness she would find a kingdom worth living in. She would find their home and with their words and her loyalty they would be a realm to be feared and respected. Much was still to be done. She knew nothing of the outside world and its inhabitants. Indeed she had stalked the north and east for those she with knowledge of other kingdoms but still she knew very little. Perhaps, once the order was structured and secure she could visit these realms in person.

She had heard these wolves were fierce. Protected what they thought belonged to them. She smiled warmly at the swelling of her abdomen. The new life that would come from her in the coming moons cycles. She hoped the new life and new reign would bring this realm back into its former glory. She found the lake that seemed to be the heart of the realm. She settled down on her large haunches and pulled her fair face heavenwards. Her voice ripped threw her throat and sailed into the sky above her. It was a summoning for those that still called this realm their home and to meet their new queen. It was not a request for those to come; a small demand that would hold much weight should some not come for judgment. Her ears swiveled as she listened for the approaching ranks. She wondered if her slave had followed close behind or if he were napping inside the safety of her den.

ooc: This is open to current Lentajin wolves and any rogues who wish to join.