gonna punch a thunder cloud

*Eulari* · 07-28-2014, 10:35 AM

The cherubic features of the porcelain masked darling twisted with a wry smile as Roman began to speak, and changed frequently. The knowledge of an earthquake and an epidemic (poison?) brought a quirk to her brow, orchid toned optics clearly stunned by this. All while she was gone, two disasters? She must have caught a lucky break there. News that her father had fallen ill with whatever sickness had struck was not good, and she frowned. However, there was no time to brood over it, or ask what their father's condition was now. More updates fell from Roman's maw, and she was now aware of new packs. Well, at least that meant there were more possible allies- or more enemies to make. Mention of an obtrusive, and apparently powerful wolfess, with a hand in two packs, piqued the russet lady's interest. Though that could wait. Not for long though, she rather liked to know of the powers she might come into contact with along the way. Then a real bomb dropped, and while she was stunned by the sudden- not to mention blunt, news, a grin began to creep up onto her pallid features. That Glaciem had been handed down to one of Isardis' younger children was a bit of a shock, since everyone knew the great northern king was not a big fan of being anything other than a king.

Before she could do much responding to Roman, her companion spoke up, rising to his full height as he spoke to her. He was interesting, and by the look of it very confident. A perfect match for Roman, indeed. He introduced himself as Greek, a fossa, which was apparently a rare creature. She smiled as only she could, dipping her head respectfully to him. "Well, then I'm glad I get to be one of those few wolves. It's a pleasure to meet you indeed, Greek." Gentle lyrics would purr silkily, her head easily level with his own. He was quick to command an introduction, and she grinned in the slightest. "Name's Eulari, another one of Isardis' children. He doesn't like my batch as much as his other ones." She murmured, vocals tinged with obvious mirth. It was not a lie, the rose hued king did not like Taurig in the least, and she was pretty sure Sibelle and Falk had never met him, though there was a good chance that had changed by now. He probably still didn't like them, they were a sassy bunch.

Then she raised her tiara, a great grin upon her pallid features. Her rusty brown banner swept through the air happily, unabashedly wagging. Pale pink orbs twinkled with glee. "But you're pregnant, congrats!" She exclaimed, grinning. Pale snout would stretch forward, seeking to brush against her half sister's cheek warmly. It was great, finally there would be some Armada children that weren't directly from Isardis' loins. Surely they would be beautiful, since they had Roman's genes. "Which poor sap did you seduce for this to happen?" She inquired next, her tone clearly joking, full of mirth. One brow would rise, and a smile would remain upon her features.

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HOLY AVOCADOS! THANK YOU FOXXY BABY!

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