The youth is naive , wisdom is what we need.
05-13-2013, 04:10 PM
Desdemona had anticipated the after party, she assumed there would be many who would wish to speak to her privately, about their own matters, or the problems that arose for her. She imagined stripping everyone of their rank wouldn't go over well, but it was fair. She would make Tortuga do something it hadn't done in quite some time...work. Despite there views on her announcement of a potential treaty, it needed to happen, Tortuga was too small, too inexperienced to be engaged in combat. Not with a pack that large and potentially sporting allies and she would be more than happy to explain that to anyone who dared approach her. The call came swiftly, from a wolf she had seen many times but had never actually had the pleasure of meeting. Her legs would propel her heavy set bodice forward, a steady trot as she glided through the terrain. She was massive, built like a tank with thick muscle and a heavy structure. She bottomed out at a massive forty-two inches and weighed thirty pounds shy of two hundred. She could toss her weight around quite well. She would glide to a halt before the male, two toned eyes zeroing in on him. She would dip her head in a polite greeting. her eyes glazing as she looked at the male before her. "You called for me?" Her tones were powerful, but gentle. She wasn't trying to intimidate him. Speech, |