THE HAUNTING
07-26-2014, 10:45 AM
It is the summons of her ex king that brings the nymph to her paws, audits swiveling toward the direction of the battle field as his voice dies out across the territory. Was she being deceived? Or was Isardis challenging another foe? Ebony lips crease into a delighted sneer, pride gushing through her veins. She is proud to be part of such a powerful kingdom, and to be instructed and led by an impeccable man. She wastes no time and rushes toward the bloodied field to support her pallid king, as she would lay her life down and rush into a red haze if it meant fighting alongside Isardis. Ramses would follow after his mistress, silence accompanying the pair for most of their journey. They reach the small group shortly, and Isardis and Impra, one of his daughters, are waiting for the foe to arrive. Liberty aims to walk directly up to Isardis, mischief gleaming within her azure eyes. ?Break their knees if they do not bow, my lord.? She says to him, lyrics drenched in pride and determination. She wants to see their foe bend in ways they could not have imagined possible. ?Speech? |