FLAWLESS
06-12-2014, 01:59 PM
A call would ring out across the lands of Alacritia, where the tempest had been simply traveling to no specific direction. This would be the call of challenge to another. Interesting... Already a challenge for a pack would take place when she would return. So much had changed, and this russet lady seemed to match the setting of this marvelous play. Overcast skies would threaten to burst above, and the snow was thickly padded down, and in some places stained with blood, where she would make sure to thread in, to satisfy her long-lost taste for the crimson liquid. Already a crowd would gather, as the queen of another pack would rise from the undergrowth, dominance flaring off her. She knew this russet lady now, as her figure became clearer than night. Viridiana Sovari... Quite nice to see you again, russet lady. What are you planning to do with the pack who was so nice to care for myself when I was ill during the siege? The words slipped from coral lips like sweet honey, with a hint of venomous kiss. She liked the russet woman, but her wishes of luck would go to the alphess who would meet her challenge with pride, for Valhalla had been the pack who had cared for her during the Glaciem and Valhallan war. It still shook her of the violence that had occurred, and the painful sickness she had endured with the care of Erani while prisoner. Best of luck to Valhalla, in a small part of my debt to be paid to Erani. Coral lips would part to let these solemn words flow, before her champagne pelt would become hidden in the shade, haunches lowering to sit and respectfully spectate, rather than intervene and make for an unfair battle. This would be Erani and Viridiana's fight, not hers. A sly smile would spread upon the champagne tempest's lips, as she awaited the arrival of the Valhallan queen. Speech, |