It's Britney, Bitch [SIEGE]

Without hesitation, Imperium's King sauntered across Lydovne's border, the translation from sunlight to shadows happening in the blink of an eye. He breathed in the pack's scent as it swept over him. The scent-markers of a pack told everything one needed to know. Much could be gathered from this simple defense; numbers, habits and the like. One thing stood out to him: this was not a pack that craved unity. No, it was made of far inferior things, just as he'd expected. She'd been a lousy member, shunning unity and harboring secrets, and it was clear that she was piss poor leader to boot.

Low and strong, his voice cut through the murky forest like a blade as Valentine attempted to coax the little gremlin and her lackeys forward. His challenge was crystal clear. It was time to pay for her sins. Would she stand or would she flee? Oh, how he hoped for the former. The brute would take great pleasure in dragging her by a horn to Arcanum. If destroying his slanderer's pack wasn't proof enough of his capabilities, he had no problem with carving her up before the Queen.



"Speaking" -- "Thinking"