MONEY. POWER. GLORY

N/A · 07-29-2014, 11:45 AM

And as if she was the angel blaring the trumpet of rapture, the allies would come forth.

They came from the shadows, almost as if everyone had been on precipices awaiting her call- awaiting her to sound the drums of war. Her own wolves began pledging themselves to her cause as the allies swarmed among them. Leading her own, was Artemis- and Roman would incline her head ever so slightly in greeting to the tyrant of Elysium. Then Vereux would arrive, the King- and her half brother leading the warriors of Glaciem. Pride bubbles in her veins- who would dare to stand against them? A slight smirk grows on her inky lips as she nodded to her brother. Her father arrives, and she feels him against her side, his salmon tongue, as it traces her, an eerie calm in the storm that wreaks havoc on her mind. His word drag a dark low chuckle from her, and she turns her violet gaze on him, but says nothing- merely showing her adoration in that gaze.

More and more wolves arrive and her mind is overwhelmed with their pledges of loyalty. Though she doesn't miss the form of Esperanaza leaving- nor that of Kangi and Talon. Elli speaks, and Roman nods thoughtfully, trying to think of who to assign to that task. She notes the absence of several wolves- though it doesn't wound her, she knows they wouldn't miss the war. What does slightly bother her are the wolves of her own that do not speak- those who don't pledge loyalty to her. Those names aren't ones that she will soon forget, not with tensions running so high- not with such a threat on the horizon.

She notes Shay as he enters, but when he speaks suddenly, she stills her violet gaze locked upon him. His news is disastrous, and immediate fury consumes her. She can feel her own body quiver with the might of it. The Queen remains silent, her gaze locked on the healer, her heartbeat the only calm noise in her roaring mind. She glances among her, at the Queen's and Kings who have gathered to aide them in war, though she remains silent- careful not to rampage. A few moments pass, and finally she speaks, choosing her words carefully. "Covari has disbanded?" She questions, but does not wait for an answer. "Perhaps they took wind of our war, and the cowards thought it best to flee rather then be eradicated?" She muses aloud, her tones quiet. Oh how she had craved to decimate the lesser Queen's pride. Alas, her wish had been denied her, for now. Covari had been a threat, and the siege would have done well to eradicate it, but Roman's real purpose was to cause the pain, and harm to it's queen, Viridiana- that she so deserved. Did the russet queen think she had escaped justice?

She turns towards her allies, their leaders primarily. Her words are quiet, meant for their ears alone. They're nearly a joke, laced with annoyed sarcasm. "Unless someone else has another type of justice to bestow, it seems our siege is over before it begins." And it is not a victory. Roman didn't want Covari disbanded- she wanted Viridiana humiliated by loss. Destroyed by emotional turmoil, even. Roman Armada wasn't simple. She was vindictive- and she sought revenge. Revenge she would one day have.

She turned to face her pack. "Those of you prepared to show your devotion to your home, even when it was not demanded, I thank you. It seems our enemy flees rather than face us, and that this meeting here is done." She pauses. "And to our allies, I thank you for your loyalty." Those words hold promise. If you ever call upon us, we will fight to preserve you. She knows the thought of war had stirred the excitement and blood-lust of many wolves present, and she only hopes that they can exist without too much disappointment. They'll get another chance, she's sure of it.

However it seems, that this meeting is concluded that their purpose is done.

Greek Speak -- Roman Speak

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