ENTERTAIN ME
11-19-2014, 03:09 PM
It is time. His illness has been quelled by his impeccable immune system. In fact, he had only been sick a few weeks as opposed to a season like Fiamette had. He was larger, stronger, and his massive body could easily fight off pathogens, unlike the carmine queen's tiny bodice. He is a tyrant, he is a god, and no ill act of nature will bring him to his knees. Now that he has his health, he cannot help but allow boredom to consume him, there is not much to do as a loner whom has no one to stir trouble up with. He has not come across Jupiter, the woman who slaughtered his father and everything he had worked for (selfish whore!), and so he has nothing else to do with his time. Well, besides search every corner of the earth for his siblings. Unless... Maybe he could see what Cataleya was up to. He has heard rumors of her arrival, hell, he had even heard that she had her own pack again. Could it be true? Could the silver queen have quelled her depression, and have returned to reek havoc within the pitiful lands of Alacritis? Well, only one way to find out. He would need to seek her out. Massive paws carry the behemoth silently toward the Western region of Alacrita, his nostrils quivering as the silver queens unmistakable scent infiltrates his senses. Ahh, so it is true? The silver queen reigns supreme. He approaches her borders without caution, his body language screaming supremacy. His head is held high above all others, his pelt is bristled, his tail is raised high above his hips, and his eyes are narrowed into his usual heart-stopping glare. He thinks about trespassing deliberately into her home, but he refrains after a few moments of thinking. He does not know what kind of warriors she had picked up since their last meeting, hell, there might even be someone here who could give him a challenge. Instead, he stops directly on the lines of her borders, his massive front paws sitting dangerously close to crossing completely over. He throws his head back, a deep and husky roar seeping from his circled lips. His call rings out eerily across her territory, and as his summon ends, he lowers his head down to its usual elevation. Mevia comes to stand beside him, her beady red eyes glaring into the territory, her defenses raised, and her senses sharp, as she is waiting for any signs of this silver queen. "Speech" |