YOU SHALL DRIP RUBIES {[COVARI]}

The beautiful creature was now a queen. She had a crown of gold placed upon her ebony head. The lady had an aura of power about her now. She had a few subjects beneath her reign, but Valhalla was growing. Steadily. She was going to be picky and very weary of people joining her pack. Her pack would be a warriors paradise. She had no time for slackers and idiots. Svanerna was a woman of fairness. Despite what others may think, the Vixen was not evil. She was neutral with darker tendencies. Sure, she likes to engage in sexual acts with her sons. But, is there any issue when the Gods themselves have yet to strike her down? She would wait for a sign, for the only judgement that mattered to her were the eyes above. The lady was a new reborn version of herself. Svan would rule always beneath Viiridiana, yet she was her own person. If her pack was going to fall she would protect her people over anyone. The lady would not let her pack fall. Though, she also had potential challengers on her mind. Valhalla was more then just a pack to some people and other were conspiring against her. Svan was a trained warrior, but others bothered her. It was like a ticking time bomb. But, as she slithered toward the call of her former leader her ears were perked and her wounds from past spars healed. The Viking Queen moved into the clearing with a smile as her eyes met Vi's. "Greetings, darling." She would love to view her past leaders meeting. Just in case she wanted to speak about politics and she wanted to catch up with her first pack in Ala. The lady would find a spot in the back, observing everyone.


"Speech"