TOO SICK TO PRAY }solstice challenge
He would sneer, a brutal question rolling off his tongue, questioning not only the whereabouts of her husband, but his courage. Deep down she knew that Cru was no fighter, nor would he ever be, even though it was in his heart to defend their family. It was herself that was the fighter, cut from the same cloth as her father, born to fight, to live immersed in bloodshed. A shrug would lift her shoulders, as she chose her words carefully. Lets just say this is payback. For when you kidnapped me. She allowed the rest of her statement to hang between them, a smirk lifting the corner of her mouth. He wanted to strike a deal? She would listen, each would bringing more and more dread. Falk was indeed a prisoner. Her poor brother. She needed to get him back, and Kylar was practically handing him over on a silver platter. She would turn, looking back at Cru, question lingering in her gaze. He had not been around to hear the deal, but could she throw this away for her brother? Looking back at her opponent, she would steel herself. No, but I'm going to leave here with more than my crown. It was a silent promise. She would not be leaving this place until she had her crown, and her brothers freedom, even if it killed her.
Her gaze would flicker, watching as the silver Queen slide up beside her mate, whispering words into his ear, that were undoubtedly words of encouragement. Cru had still not come to her side. Had he lost faith in her already? When the silver Queen departed, the look on her opponents face said it all. His wicked sneer and malicious glint in his eyes. Does he love you? She would not react, beating back her emotions, refusing to be swayed. Of course he loved her. Didn't he? Behind the silver Queen was a painfully familiar form. Eke. Her eyes would widen as the tiny woman rushed forward, burying her face in her chest. Ekko? She would murmur, embracing the smaller woman. She didn't understand the apology, until the scent of Arcanum on the woman's pelt filled her nose. No. She would stare in shock as her friend pulled away, moving to seat herself beside the silver woman. How? When? She had never questioned when Ekko disappeared for days, or even weeks at a time, giving the woman her freedom to do as she pleased. But now it seemed she had found herself claimed by Arcanum.
A fresh wave of anger would roll through her. She was not leaving this place without Ekko either. A snarl would rip angrily from her jaws as defenses slide into place: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, hackles raised, head level with her spine, chin tucked, shoulders rolled forward, neck scrunched, legs spread equidistant and bent at the joint, toes splayed, claws digging into the ground, weight evenly distributed across all four limbs, and her tail straight and level with her spine. Enough chit chat, if you my crown, you'll have to take it from me. Low, sultry words spilled her lips as she braced herself for his attack. She was done talking, she had come to fight.
SIBELLE vs KYLAR for SOLSTICE: round 0/?
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