Candy bars arrived, and so did scarred warriors. She sat silently, trying hardest to look a mix between submissive and defiant, her posture slouched, legs straight, eyes hard, ears swiveled forth. Several more wolves arrived, after the sovereign, whom of which she paid most mind to. Happiness flickered for a moment on her features, which surprised the harlot a little bit, as she never did know that the sovereign was capable of short-lived happiness, if not, any at all. Wicked words purred over the russet bitch, labeling her simply as a trophy of Diamond-back's. Would this be yet another body to guard? She very much liked watching over unconcious bodies. She was a shepherd, didn't they know? "Kylar, if you'd like to spend your time somewhere more worthwhile than with this pathetic excuse of a queen, I can guard until you have decided what to do with her next." Obviously her legion would come in attempts to steal her back, but the harlot was sure that they would not fare well against Arcanum's force.
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