ardent

too sick to pray



Aislinn

Loner
Militant

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Large
build
posts
69
player
10-17-2014, 10:32 PM


It was a familiar howl that came to the woman's ears, swift yet thundering paws carrying the militant towards the commotion. She would keep her cold azure optics narrowed as her body slithered through the shadows. Like a silent stalker, she would effortlessly reveal her presence, emerging to the small crowd. The chancellor had brought a wounded russet dame in his jaws, dropping her like weak prey on the ground. Such a pathetic creature she seemed like, missing an eye and ear. Along with two other members, such as the ivory angel and the larger grey brute, the Arcanum queen had soon arrived. Was this ember female the queen of Solstice? An unforgiving and bitter snort would escape the warrior's maw. Some queen this was, allowing herself to be captured by a larger foe. A little history was spoken by the chancellor, sneering how she was the one who had warmed the throne. This vengeance tasted marvellous, sweet and satisfying. Even if this was none of her own business, her eyes would not wander off from the entertaining scene. All the fallen queen needed was a punishment. She needed to suffer.

"What an interesting specimen we have here." The maple female wickedly purred, approaching the unconscious and scarred queen. Her insane gaze would flicker from Cataleya to Kylar before a grin spread across her features.

"Speech"

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