Don't get your hair caught in the propellor
11-04-2014, 07:17 PM
Well, there was a train of children, a few more wolves, and the meeting started with the whole of Arcanum present. That must have been the pleasure of the sovereign's day. Amethysts observed with keen interest, features faded to a neutral expression by now. She had looked down numerous times to capture the faces and scents of the newer members of Arcanum. Maybe names would come soon, or maybe not. And so they would. The silver queen would begin to speak, announcing proudly of her son's claim. In the future, Imperium and Arcanum could be an unstoppable empire, that the white harlot knew. The mention of a festival of battle and union was an interesting fact, shifting to accomodate this boat of information riding on a flood of words. Next, the sound of Solstice's queen's return to her pack piqued her interest more so, but the silver woman would not go on in too much detail about such a thing, simply stating that Arcanum was not done with the pack yet. Prices were a debt owed. And from what she had heard, that price was a hefty one. Oh, what joy had come from joining Arcanum out of force. War was at every corner, and as far as she was concerned, blood was a welcome sight in battle. She loved duels. After such simple sound, she would begin upon the coming of Kylar's grandchildren. Empyrea hadn't known of any other children besides Basanti. Quietly, she would flick her ears, looking at the two children nearby. Colten and Amarant. Those names had a nice ring to them. The silver queen's next lyrics spoke of a new beginning for the harlot. She was a harlot no more. Now, she was a simple woman in the pack. Now she could prove who she really could be. The silver queen's stare harshened on her, singling out the white woman, but she would remain still, a respectful smile curling her features. Her lushly accented lyrics flitted from inky lips as she bowed her skull. my actions | |