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The ebony monarch had not been in Alacritis long, and already she wished she had not traveled to the forsaken place. The landscape was dull, the packs were unpromising, and the wolves lacked dedication to their superiors and to the gods who had dared given them life. It was truly a shame that the entire land should go to waste on the scum that decided to live here . She regretted not having brought some of her own with her to begin anew like she had dreamed since her maturity.

A sigh would escape the inky maw of the beauty in black. Had it truly come so far that she was subjected to sitting beneath a tree on the bloodstained battlefield of Alacritis, awaiting a qualified challenger to sharpen her skills?

Green hazel would scan the land before her in contemplation. It could all be hers one day. It would be. She just had to meet with the right people, make proper friends, proper enemies, and then make her move. It wasn't so far away that she couldn't sink her teeth into it...it was so close. Just under her nose. She just needed the opportune moment to seize it.

First, she would definitely need to practice the conquering she was taught as a child. Rizo Logix had to learn once more how to take what she wanted without expecting it to be handed to her.