You Better Be Good To Me

A slew of curses left her maw as she slid through the damp grass of The Veronicca plains, she was late, VERY late, and there still stood a great distance between her and the meeting spot. Collison would have her head for this or at least her rank. She tore through the tall grass, her tiny form barely standing above the fine blades as she ran. She had been mourning again, not over the loss of a lover but rather of a loss of love, Thane, the devil, had reminded her just how cursed her apperance was, just how unlikable she was, how ugly she truly was. And now she would pay in rank and reprehention for focusing on said reason.


She crept toward the leader, ears pulled back and tail tucked, the pack seemed to be in an uproar, over what she couldn't say, but it all seemed very important. "Forgive my tardiness your honor." She said with a low bow.

Speech!