Life in Arcanum since her claim had turned out pretty well, for a fact. The harlot's lie have definitely grown a more... exciting allure to it. There were numerous other slaves, brought by the spoils of battle from long-time quarrels boiled over the edge of the cauldron. Today was a lucky day. The diamond-backed knight came bearing a present for her royal highness. In slack jaws lay the unconscious icon of a queen from another land. Solstice, perhaps. The sovereign would be happy to have yet another concubine underneath her iron grip. Her smaller figure was dwarfed by the beast, but she still slunk from the shadows, body showing submission as appeared as the russet vessel was simply tossed on the ground, like a piece of garbage. Just how the sinned should be treated. Amethysts looked at the russet vixen's limp figure on the floor, hearing short breaths, the vixen obviously fallen prey to a restless slumber of pain. Quietly she'd lower her crown and take in the scent of the bitch, before turning up at Diamond-back and parting her lips to allow words to slide from them prior to his booming howl. "Oooo, a queen! Fallen prey to my noble captors. A present for the coming winter holidays?" Hopefully all wolves knew of the happiness and traditions of the wintertime festivities. If Arcanum hadn't started them yet, maybe she could spur the moments.
