DEATHBEDS

N/A · 06-19-2014, 12:00 AM

Roman doesn't really dwell on why Artemis didn't sit at the throne she had so viciously won. It isn't her business, though Roman is curious. She wants to ask, but forces herself silent- all can reveal itself in time. When Artemis speaks, her ears flick slightly, and she listens carefully to the woman's words. The illness that had ravaged the lands, had hit so close to home. It had nearly taken her very own life- but it had produced life as well. Shuffling her paws, she nodded. "Tortuga suffered it, as did every pack, I believe." Artemis didn't look sick, but perhaps she had a pack somewhere, or a family. Were they sick? "If you're sick... my healers can tend to you." She offered, concern draping her tones. She didn't scent sickness, but she was no healer. Perhaps the white woman was sick. Roman knew if you didn't treat it, that this sickness would drive you to the point of insanity. Hadn't she come close to insanity herself?

Speech,

Login
Username:
Password:	Lost Password?
	Remember me