EMPIRES WILL FALL
01-11-2015, 03:59 PM
She slows her pace, to a graceful walk, and smiles at her king- positively beaming at his compliment. ”You’re not so bad yourself- mi’grace.” She says with a teasing tone, a smile pulling at her lips. They soon leave Regium’s territory behind- and Roman heads towards the Sound, giving a distasteful glare at the Mile-high woods were a new set of savage fools had put their scent. ”They’ve got to go.” She growls. They’re too close to her home- and they dared to make a home in the woods her father had once claimed. They were no ally. They were no true wolves. Truly regal creatures would have at the very least introduced themselves to their neighbors. Not that Roman would even welcome them at their borders. The insolent fools. A snort left her jaws. She’d destroy them for their insolence.
”Shall we see if the other savages survived the winter?” She inquires, taking off towards the sound. She’s already making plans to drive both packs out and reclaim the North for the Armada’s. It won’t be long now, since the pups are born. She’ll soon make the needed arrangements. A growl bubbles in her throat, but this time it’s nearly a purr of approval. Yes… soon she’ll slaughter them all. Their very existence makes her blood boil.
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