Don't Blink
10-01-2014, 05:24 PM
She seemed so hurt, but Lyon couldn't make heads or tails of the situation. He had... a sister... It was not too hard to believe, the old King had been promiscuous and it was no secret. But the children he sired were another story. Their mothers either hid them away or killed them to spare their family the Queen's wrath. That Sacha had survived, had made it as far as he, gave him hope. "Surprised, rather," he said in a short tone. But she would speak on, and his gut would twist. Anger boiled up within him as he thought on her words, as they sank in. Slave? No wolf of Old Ebony was meant for slavery, to be imprisoned and held against their will! Especially those of royal blood, this Azalea did not have the foggiest clue who she was messing with. He would turn his molten gaze over the woman's shoulder and allow his glare to bore into the space behind her. "No wolf of Old Ebony is meant for slavery," he said, the words seeping from his maw like molten rock. He cast a glance over his own shoulder, back to where he had come from. This fae shared his blood, and he would do right by her. "Come along, sister. Freedom awaits." He turned away, keeping his eyes on her to ensure that she was on his heels. |
