TAKE ME OUT
08-22-2014, 05:54 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-22-2014, 05:54 PM by Dægmar.)
Still, quiet and imposing as if she were cared out of stone D?gmar waited. She could sense the air shifting around her in the uncomfortable wait and she knew instinctively that something was about to give. The wraith took a deep breath, her flared nostrils catching the scent of Hati but when she turned she came face to face with? well? what the hell WAS she looking at? Despite her normally composed demeanor a hissing chuckle slipped from her maw. "Please tell me you didn't get your head stuck?" D?gmar would've liked to pursue her question further but it was then that Artemis spoke and her intent was made clear. She was stepping down as queen. D?gmar's brow furrowed. Dammit all, another one? What was it about Alacritis that so easily crumbled royalty? That brought the mightiest warriors to their knees? Or perhaps Artemis was fooling herself. Had some destiny been forced upon her that she felt compelled to live out this goal of being a Tyrant twice only to discard it when she realized it wasn't what she wanted? As much as she wanted to HATE Artemis for abandoning the pack, much like Cataleya had done before, especially after D?gmar's tumultuous search for a pack in the first place, she instead found herself sympathizing. Artemis was a creature that sought war, battle and destruction. A true warrioress much like D?gmar herself. But warrior and queen were two different roles and while the could be merged in meant the partial loss of one or the other. She could not be fully queen and fully blood monger at the same time. Not with a pack to look after in between battles. And there it was the death of the Tyrant. The lull in between, the silence after the storm. And who could obtain glory to comfort the peace when only frail, maggoty blood was found in Alacritis? There was no glory in fighting worms. "I wish you luck Artemis but I have had enough of Alacritis. I will travel for awhile and perhaps when I turn the general populace will have found it's backbone." She got up and paused next to Hati for a moment. "There's no need to follow me unless you truly wish it. I'll return in due time?" Her maw parted, tongue running over fangs as she whispered in sultry tones "Spill some blood for me while I'm gone." She paid no mind to Fiamette as the young femme offered to take the crown. D?gmar was a warrior and warrior only. She was not, nor would ever be royalty. And that suited her just fine. |
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