damaged goods
05-05-2014, 07:56 PM
He had always been a man of few words. She would ignore his sarcasm, settling herself to be satisfied with his promise. The Queen would scrutinize him for a brief moment. There was no sure way to tell that he was committed, she would simply have to wait and see. And if it came down to it, he would lose more than his rank. "Good. Call together the next meeting for the higher ups. We gather once a season to discuss any issues or members." It was a simple command, one she hoped he was follow through with. Nostrils quivered, his blood still clung heavily to the air around them, but it was merely a flesh wound, it would heal in time. Idly the woman wondered what he planned on doing with his life. If he took this chance and stepped up as an Alpha then would be satisfied ruling the rest of his life? Would he ever settle down, find a girl even? She would walk past him, brushing against his side as she did so. "Don't disappoint me." She would glance over her shoulder at him. -exit?-
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