LIKE THE TIDE
11-02-2014, 02:48 PM
She was bored. That perhaps was the only explanation of her lazing about the forest. No calls had been issued from the border, in her mind the blossoming of packs in Alacritis had made gaining members far more difficult. Perhaps she'd start claiming them, forcing them to serve her. Maybe she needed to become more cruel. Her mind milled about restlessly, the pack was too small- too weak. To easy to over-come and she would have to make a change to that. She didn't know what to do- this land had become weaker than it had been when her father had ruled this empire. Without the thirst and blood of true nobles, she feared that Alacritis would dissolve into chaos. There seemed to be no true leaders here, and she wondered why she had returned. She needed to establish who ruled what packs. She didn't want any alliances, they were bothersome, and Roman wasn't going to be quick to make any promises to any alpha, especially ones that weren't of her blood. Drashiel's pack of course- would have her undying loyalties. She wouldn't waver against her own brother. She sighed, resting her head on her paws with a frustrated growl. She was going to practically die of boredom, unless someone came along to give her something to be interested int. Speech, |