COLLIDE

N/A · 06-30-2014, 11:42 PM

The massive family tree of the Armada's was intimidating at times, at other times it was downright confusing. It seemed she was related to so many different wolves. Half-brothers, Half-sisters, Aunts and Uncles. Of course there was her father, who had been extremely distant lately. On top of the extended line, she'd be producing her own Armada's soon, at least as far as the life that grew within her could tell. She'd spent the last few nights lying awake, wondering if the children she had conceived would carry any traits or curses from the poisons or "epidemic" that had brought her so close to death's doors. Would they be stupid? Oh God, would they be ugly?

Letting out an exasperated sigh, she looked up as another approached. The female was dainty but graceful in the way she moved. Her light coat marked only by tan features that practically screamed elegance. Roman took a breath, taking in the stanger's scent- noting Glaciem, and a twinge of something familiar. At the stranger's words, a sly smirk pulled at Roman's jaws. "I'm perfectly capable of caring for myself." She replied lightly. "I wouldn't be much of a Queen if I wasn't." She spoke with pride, her tone firm, but warm.

"Pardon my lack of manners, I am Roman Armada, Queen of Tortuga." She would introduce herself politely from where she lie, her violet eyes studying the strange wolf. Thus far, the she-wolf's blatant question had quirked Roman's interest. She has to be related, if her looks and words are any guess. She thought, a small smile pulling at her jaws. The odds of this Glaciem wolf, being unrelated to her were slim anyways, as not many Glaciem wolves were not of Armada blood.

Speech,

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