➳ ᴍᴀɢᴇɴᴛᴀ

Once a pack had thrived here -- but it was no more -- withered like a dying rose. Every story had it's beginning and ending. Too bad Covari's leaders were careless with the power they held, and they fled rather than face the troubles they caused. Such sweet misery could bleed over Alacritia then, but now, a new queen was rising.

Here she stood, upon the ruins of what could have been a glorious kingdom. Beneath delicate paws a withered flower was crushed. Her 'wings' would fold away for now, as the siren found herself in the midst of a clearing, small compared to the size of the ravine -- burgeoning with flora and fauna. Her bodice would recline gently, a plush plume of fur neatly curling about delicate paws. "Who will come to visit me today?"

"Speech."