It sure doesn't look like it

*Azalea* · (This post was last modified: 08-27-2014, 09:05 AM by Azalea.)

Azalea strolled into across the battlefield, casual with loose shoulders and her tail over her back. She had a pack to represent now, not that the lack of one ever stopped her from showing off her pride.

She was true royalty, spawned from the Adravendi line but now rising above her Adravendi linage. Epiphron Adravendi had tried to put her to shame, her face bore those marks, but her attempts had been in vain as Azalea's power had led her to rise above the challenges of a family at war. She was the black sheep, but in the end she was not, nor would she ever truly be, Adravendi by blood.

Despite their short comings it would prove that the Armada's were the ones who had her back. Roman was thus far a good friend, though she was worn down with all that had happened. It was Azalea's given duty to pull the pack through, to lead it once more to greatness. She could do it, she knew, if only they would stick with her.

It was then that Azalea left her own mind, realizing there were wolves ahead of her. Both were in grey-tone and against the bleak backdrop, Azalea had to blink to be sure she was seeing them right. Curiosity struck her, as the pair was clearly not quarreling. She strode over, taking wide steps to cover ground quickly. Her pace would slow as she approached, realizing that one of the wolves appeared to be another alpha. She nodded to him first and then the other, dark headed, wolf. "Odd place for a meeting, boys." She gave a light smile.

"I am Azalea Adravendi, new Empress of Ethereal." If nothing else this could bring her some fun. Azalea was quite bored currently.

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