let the ravens gather

Glorious! Excitement and jealousy bubbled through D?gmar's veins as she watched the competitors tear into one another. So much so that she barely registered the presence of Laufey, her ward turned soldier. D?gmar was no mother, but she could be a general and thinking of the young boy as a piece of her army rather than a lost orphan had made it far easier to set about taking care of him when he was ill. She wondered if his sister, this Esti, was as fine a specimen. Perhaps the girl could be added to her little collection as well?


The thought would have to wait as the battle picked up in intensity. The wolves dove into each others flesh with gusto and D?gmar found her eye lingered most upon the female warrior. The ebony femme fought with seasoned practice and grace that only wisdom and experience could give. Secretly, she rooted for this dark fatale that had so boldly sought to drive this pack from its lands. She was a femme after D?gmar's own heart. Not one for pretty speeches or ignorant ideas of heroism.


Fate smiled upon D?gmar as the ruddy male was beaten into submission. She grinned and decided to try once again to be part of a pack. Third time's the charm right? She stayed a respectful distance back, ignoring the packs family drama in favor of hearing the new Queen speak.


Grin only grew wider. This new Queen was relentless. D?gmar found herself liking this new leader more and more with each word, now hopefully she could back it up. The mottled wraith didn't know what she'd do if yet another pack dissolved under her feet. Ears perked at the mention of maiming. Ohhh? perfect. D?gmar still had a mass of violence held within her bosom she'd had yet to unlease and the site of the ruddy? and goodness red pelted wolves was only fanning the flames. Emerald pools rested on the young red male for a moment. It had to be one of Vi's spawn?. but that was the past. D?gmar reminded herself that her first concern was now her future.


And we know how Olympus treats their less fortunate.


D?gmar chuckled to herself. Masterfully played, daring Queen. Now the question. Would this new Queen have any use for the likes of D?gmar?


"Queen of Yfir! That battle was expertly fought. I am D?gmar Thyre, a kindred soul when it comes to the love of battle. I have had? poor luck finding a stable leader to grow under. Would your fledgling pack have room for one such as I? Oh? I should introduce my charge, Laufey. A soldier in training." She dipped her head to the large male before turning her attention back to Katja to await her answer.



"Speech"