THE HAUNTING
07-25-2014, 08:09 PM
The divines had spoken of war, and she would heed the drums of battle, hearing a musical cry, beckoning forth whoever ruled a pack for a battle. Ah, the Armadas were so very infamous for their power and strength. She cared not for what the drums of war summoned her for, but the champagne pelted bitch would arrive at the sight of her father, having summoned forth the leader of Covari for a battle for the pack. A venomous purr would come from coral lips as the man awaited the arrival of the matriarch. "I do wish for you to cleave the foe should you win, as if you would not be able to, father." Her verses were tainted by venom and honey. Should her sire emerge victorious, she would follow him should he keep his paws on the pack he would have fought for. |
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