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N/A · 05-28-2014, 07:48 PM

The man would lick his lips before speaking, requesting to become part of the pack. He would briefly explain his talents before introducing himself. Her blood would run cold, muscles tensing, hackles threatened to bristle. Armada. She had not heard that name in so long. Her stance became defensive, all traces of desire gone. "Armada. My fathers name leaves a bad taste in my mouth." Lips threatened to curl, daggers glinting as she spoke. "I'm Sibelle, I dropped my fathers name long ago." Chin tucked against her throat as her crown lifted higher. Tail curled dangerously at her hocks, threatening to lift higher. He looked nothing like her father, but he was undoubtedly Armada, Isardis wouldn't give anyone his name unless they were blood. Verdant eyes hardened into daggers, demanding answers to unspoken questions.

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