don't punish the commoner, she'll bite back.
09-13-2014, 12:46 PM
The call that echoed across the plains would beckon her to the source. Silver stilts would carry her until a familiar face began to form. Sinister. A smirk would curl her lips as she brought herself to a halt before the woman. She was waiting for her call. There was no doubt that the rank of commoner did not sit well with the woman. Their first meeting had be interesting to say the least, the woman was a ball of fire and power. "Sinister, what can I do you for?" She would coo. A brow would lift as she waited for the obvious to be stated. The Queen had already begun to think of where she would place the woman. Did she want to be a warrior? Or did she want power? Anticipation for a fight flooded her system. This woman didn't appear to be the type that would take the rank of hunter or healer. She was fighter, without a doubt. A friendly spar would determine exactly where she would be placed within the ranks. But she needed to do more than win, she needed to make an impression on the silver Queen. Her tail would sway idly at her hocks, waiting for the woman to speak. Saliva began to pool in her mouth at the thought of a fight. It had been far to long since she had a chance to battle a worthy opponent, the idea called to her like a siren. Muscles would ripple with anticipation beneath her thick pelt.
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