Far From Over
09-06-2014, 04:25 PM
The smell of a wolf lurking on her borders, one that didn't announce himself, stirred a strange sort of anger within the auburn Queen. She had never felt so possessive over a piece of land before, not even when her mother would sit down and tell her all the duties of a Queen, not when she dug her own den and was raided by a pair of badgers. Not until she'd mounted that spire in the Stone Steppe and claimed Ebony as her own had this blood entitlement become a reality. And now here was this gutless scut, too fearful to cross the line but without honor enough to announce himself. It was disgraceful, and she would not have it! Finally she saw him, his russet frame large and well-bound with muscle, but that would not sway her. A loyal legion lay only a howl's cry away and she had business to settle with this... Oh! The look on his face spoke irritation, but his frame was one she now began to recognize. The splotches and hue of his coat as well. Could it be? She had seen so many wolves of Old Ebony recently, it hardly seemed so impossible to spot another now... But no! She could not let her guard down. He had not announced himself as the others had, and it seemed all too likely that his intentions were less than honorable. So with a deep breath Valeriya stalked forward with a mind to confront him. "These are pack lands," she said in a Queen's tone, one that was cold and brokered no argument. Perhaps he would not realize just how young she was. "It is proper to announce oneself to the leader when skulking about them. My name is Valeriya Xanilov, firstborn daughter of Raisa, and you have an Old Ebony look about you. What is your name, stranger?" Her voice did not reflect the warmth she often showed to others. In her mind, this brute had yet to deserve her courtesy. |
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