too sick to pray

N/A · 10-15-2014, 08:33 PM

She would slip from the shadows like a ghost, a stark white light in comparison to the black background. Her form was submission and for that reason alone the great beast would not stand, would not make a threatening move towards her. Not yet. Acidic gaze would narrow slightly, a dare almost, as he watched her approach. Somehow she still seemed to be rather seductive despite her posture and it irked him. But she already belonged to him, belonged to this pack. He would watch her in silence as she slipped forward and studied his prize. As she spoke he would turn her gaze down to the limp woman's form beside him. "She's a queen??" It was news to him? He had not been part of any peace talks to other packs, nor had he really left this pack land other then most recently to visit his sisters old pack lands and the place she loved so much. He would eye this woman carefully. Had his 'present' brought the possibility of war with it?

Another would appear and the sound of paw steps would draw Kylar's gaze up. Valentine? It had been some time since Kylar had seen any of Cataleya's children. Were they still around? He would stand and look to him then to Empyrea as his sluggish brain tried to comprehend what was happening around him. For a moment he would look a bit lost before he looked back to Sibelle's form and sneered slightly."She was the one who warmed the throne for us when we left for a while? She lost it and this is how I am repaying her? I will see what Cataleya wishes with her?" He would explain himself easily, before looking to Valentine and then to Empyrea and chuckle lightly. "Valentine, have you met our new friend Empyrea?" He would do her a favour by not calling her his pet or state she was a slave. Who knew? She was loyal enough to stick around.

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