TAKE ME OUT

Boredom had seized the femme in a stranglehold after the Festival. Her motivation had ebbed away and it was clear that she was not the only one to fall victim to the disappointing lull. Of what use was a clan of war-mongers in a land of cowards? How could they wage war if all their enemies insisted on fleeing? She supposed it might be some victory but it wasn't the one she desired. D?gmar slipped from her den, mottled coat shifting slightly over her muscular frame. The call had rung out short and clipped. It sang of slow-burning wrath.


Curious D?gmar shook out her coat before going to answer the call. Emerald eyes glinted as she stepped into the prescence of Artemis Elysius. "Lady Tyrant." She dipped her head in polite greeting. There was no need to wast words.