bug bites on my toe

ooc: ohey look politics
War drums rang throughout the vast plains before her. Paws crashed down on the ground in such an intensity not one soul could bring her down. The lady was on a mission. She had recently been granted a free pack. Some may doubt the Viking, but she was not very keen on people doubting her. The lady was of power. She was born for the throne. The way she held herself and spoke made it quite obvious. Her head was held high and her tail was slightly erect. Her fur was thinning out due to spring, but the winter fluff was still to be seen. Her fur held coloration of ebony and alabaster. Crimson was ticked along bits of her pelt, making her look ten times more exotic. The lady rolled her darling shoulders and her metallic orbs were narrowed. The eyes upon the beast were silver with golden flecks near the pupil. They were completely unique. The Queen would come to the other packs borders with a mission. She would slither her way closer to the Dancefloor of the Gods with ease. She knew another pack was close to hers and she needed to make sure they were calm cool and collect. The Viking had no time for premature enemies. Therefore, a few feet away from the border, Svanerna tilted up her crimson hued head and let forth a song calling for the Empress of the lands before her.


"Speech"
'thoughts'