Take it to the daylight!
06-23-2014, 06:27 PM
Rubies narrowed as her voice was challenged, by not one ? but two ? of the pack she knew her half-sister resided within. A male approached, his voice strong, but his stature of a subordinate. She would rise to strong stilts and coral pads would move in a backward motion, until she was at the opposite side of the border from the two creatures. Rubies were trained on the two intently, especially the white bitch. An Armada was perfection in a wolf, especially bearing the pelt of the northern King, Isardis. Perhaps some day she could return when the Tortugan queen was supposedly well enough to meet her call. Today would not be apt for the regent to appear, it seemed. "Farewell. It seems I am not apt to appear now." Instead of her honey-sweet words, her lyrics now were cold, sharp, and bitter, hastily spoken as she turned tail, her champagne figure ghosting away from the two, coral pads touching the snow quietly and her tail sweeping behind her. |