too sick to pray
10-16-2014, 11:37 PM
For a time his gaze would rotate, shifting and slithering between the three forms that had gathered around him though his gaze would linger the most on the unconscious form at his paws that occasionally twitched and quivered. But then she would arrive, oddly last of all, and he would take a step forward to meet her. Though he paused, looking down once more at the russet woman who's name he could barely even remember. Just that face, back when it was less scarred. He would pause, staring at her again as he considered his actions for the first time in a long time. Another tremble, another sneer and acidic gaze would turn to Catelaya as she strode forward to study him and his prize. Her words would slither and snake towards his ears which folded forward elegantly to accept them. Sneer would soften as it seemed that the world faded out around him and all that remained was her. He would stand before her, languid and loose before moving forward to greet her properly, nose would touch her cheek before turning around to stand at her side where he belonged. Gaze was softer now, odd as he looked back at Sibelle from Catelaya's perspective. "She was not in her kingdom. She deserved to be punished for loosing you pack. From here her fate is in your jaws..." Voice was low, a soft rumble for Catelaya as he lifted heavily muscled shoulders and allowed them to fall. It burned, blood still trickling from the wounds he had received from his battle with this so called queen. "A present for you to use as you will..." WORDS HERE |