Płaying our petty łittłe game
09-30-2014, 09:14 PM
Her departure would not go unnoticed. Though he wished the bitch who had called would have waited for a less god forsaken hour to tear his mate from his side but duty was duty. For a short time he would feign sleep, waiting until she departed to see if she would wake him to join her or if she would simply leave him to sleep. She chose the later and as she left he would lift his massive skull and peer into the darkness after her, acidic green eyes seeming to glow in the dim light. The beast would lift himself, following Cataleya's scent in silence until he came across a white woman at the boarders that his wife was facing. Who was this? Why did she look so much like that white woman who he had fought in old Arcanum when he siblings had invaded their land? Immediatly a snarl of distrust would curl up the edges of his lips. The beast would pace behind Cataleya, eyes always in this intruder. Acidic eyes would shift from his wife to the white woman, who while not small still might as well have been a flea in his eyes. It had been some time some he had followed Catalyea around. Why not start tonight, why not beat this woman to the ground for her. He would remain silent, a shadow in the darkness behind his queen, eventually he would cease his pacing and simply loom behind Cataleya. A grin was beginning to form on his lips. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE |