I Just Killed My Boyfriend

She wouldn't miss this for the world. Immediately upon hearing the demons challenge the woman stops everything she is doing, and sprints off toward the battlefield. Ramses, her companion, follows after her, never straying more than a few feet behind her. They reach the battlefield after a few miles of traveling, both of them panting and trying to catch their breath. Of course they are one of the first to show to the challenge, and immediately her eyes fall upon the coral form of her king. She gazes upon him for a moment, allowing herself to get a good look at him before any damage could be done. Her eyes then shift to fall upon Syrinx, and she feels the fur along her nape bristle. The bastard.

The two morph into their battle stances, and Liberty cries out for Isardis. Her cry is not one of fear or anxiety, but one that screams her support and encouragement. He has to win, no man could slaughter the northern king, especially not Syrinx. Should he fall to his knees she would do everything in her power to ensure his, and the Armada families, receive vengeance. Reclining onto her haunches she waits for the fight to begin, her brow raising as Syrinx dives in for his attack. Suddenly another wolf starts a challenge, a maim against her dear friend Azalea who had showed up with Roman. Instantly the woman moves to dart forward and aid her friend, but Ramses interferes, placing himself directly in front of her. "Let them figure it out." He says to her, his amethyst eyes narrowing. A growl erupts from her jowls, and she stands motionless, her gaze never leaving her friend. Both fights proceed, and Azalea reigns victorious over the other woman. A delighted smirk grips her features as she moves from her position to be beside her friend. Once she reaches Azalea her gaze shifts back toward the main event. Syrinx goes for his last attack, but Isardis counters and goes for the killing blow. "End him Isardis!" She screams out, excitement coursing through her veins. Yes, rip his jugular out, make him suffer for his petty challenge.

"Speech"
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