Brokering deals
11-03-2014, 02:39 PM
Alamea walked with a purpose, marched towards lands that had once seemed so friendly so open but now stood before her tainted. The small woman flew with in a rage, something so rarely seen upon her usual calmer face. The woman had a mission, she had kept well enough tk herself and yet she knew that Kylar was now the renowned ruler of his pack, Arcanum was run by a silver woman and Alamea would go straight to her if she had too. The snowy woman had to see if the woman was a monster, had to see if the silver woman was one that would tear orphans from the only comfort they had. She stood solidly at the border a growl curling from her gritted teeth. With an uncharacteristic violence she threw her head back calling for the woman who could fix what her mate had wrecked. Speech, |
