WORLD ON FIRE
08-20-2013, 09:03 PM
She was a devoted knight, a servant devoted to the welfare of her King and his kingdom. After the excursion to Valhalla, it had become apparent to the Overseer that war could very well be on their hands. The silver knight knew so little about the size of Valhalla, or the skill, and so she was left anxious. How could she protect a pack with so few fighters? It was time to train the jaws of Glaciem, willing or not. All those who came would receive at least a lesson in basic self-defense, and those who didn?t would find themselves seeing the Overseeer for personal, one on one time.
She paused in the center of Glaciem territory, lifting her snout towards the heavens and unleashing summons for all those who would answer her. It was time to put the swords in the hands of the pack, so to speak, to arm and prepare for battle. Argent would not see them trampled, not while she held any sort of power within her veins.
She paused in the center of Glaciem territory, lifting her snout towards the heavens and unleashing summons for all those who would answer her. It was time to put the swords in the hands of the pack, so to speak, to arm and prepare for battle. Argent would not see them trampled, not while she held any sort of power within her veins.
08-20-2013, 09:34 PM
The trip to Valhalla that his father had made left the young man feeling uneasy with a million unanswered questions. Isardis had promised to reunite with the Valhallan queen in the battlefield in order to properly challenge for whoever that woman that his father wanted was. But who was that woman? And what exactly had she done to the pale ghost to tempt him so much and drive him insane enough with want that he would challenge her pack for her? Surely the dame knew what she had been getting into. Or perhaps she was just foolish. Regardless, the trip there had brought back an uneasiness with Taurig and with the rest of Glaciem, or with Argent at least. They were both warriors, she herself more experienced than him of course given her age and he could feel something brewing from her beneath the surface. Her unease was palpable and he figured it was only a matter of time before she acted on it. But just what she would do was the question.
He'd been out patrolling that afternoon, as he had begun to do since his arrival, when Argent's familiar voice rang out, summoning Glaciems's to her side, the reason behind it being a training session. The young Blood had trained as a warrior back in his birth pack, but his mother had always told him that one never stopped learning and if Argent was willing share her knowledge of war, then he would be willing to learn. So with haste, the young man made his way to the Overseer's location, presenting her with a deep bow of acknowledgement as he came into view, halting just short of her left shoulder, icy gaze intent on her figure, wondering what she had in store for them.
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