She would return to him, long and slender legs pushing her petite frame forward as she crossed Glaciems borders. She had no kill to offer him this time, but instead valuable information. The Valhallens were gone, and whither or not Isardis had caused it she did not know, but she would inform him of it anyway. Not only did she feel the need to spread the information to her king, but she needed release. Surly she could count on him to be there and hold her tight during this emotional strain? At least she hoped she could. Charcoal dipped tiara would tilt back as she summoned the cherry king from his solitude, sweet tones carrying out across the territory and audible to all. She would begin with her journey to Valhalla when he arrived, because the first question she assumed he would ask was why she had returned there to begin with- and honestly she didn't know the answer. Perhaps it had been her friend, Azalea, or her mothers grave, or her young curiosity? Either way she went there, had an emotional breakdown, and discovered valuable news for her kingdom. All she could do now was wait to spill her secrets until he arrived. Speech

His sons were growing, and having returned to their mother with the fresh kill of a snow hare, it seemed he wasn?t allowed the moment of admiration he so regularly craved for; leaving the kill at the entrance for his queen before yielding to Liberty like a beast well-trained, though pulled purely by his curiosity and naught expectations. Thinned snow light, cool against the coral contours of elegant toes, moving as if contactless and excused by gravity, a ghoul of supernatural measures. Liberty was ambitious, the cravings to be wanted obvious even to a man who failed loosely in the department of understanding physiology. A demon he was, vicious when it was needed and endlessly relentless day by day. But on approach he would not seem as such, purposely moving towards the charcoal from behind, running his right shoulder against her covered ribs, his cheeks sliding half-heartedly down her left shoulder.

Cerulean gaze would browse the pale forestry before her, right ear falling against a charcoal cranium as the faint sounds of footsteps became audible. Only by now it was too late for the babe to turn and greet him, for the cherry sultan was upon her, only in a fashion she was not used to. Usually it was a quick display of supremacy, but this time the lord held a gentle touch. The vixen would admire his approach, leaning toward her left so that she could further press her ashen drapes into his coral coat, wishing to intertwine their heat and encourage more of this new behavior. The kings cheek would faintly brush against her left shoulder, and she would angle her head to meet his crimson gaze, black and cherry buttons aligning with one another. "Isardis." The babe would murmur before tucking her chin and attempting to press her forehead into the right side of his blush hued neck and shoulder. Sapphire gaze would vanish as the doll clenched her eyes shut, a mournful whine threatening to bubble to the surface. She would fight any emotional slip that could jeopardize her neutral exterior, for the babe did not want her king to see any weakness in her. If she were to climb the ranks, she would need to be strong. She would pull her face away from him, azure eyes lingering upward to again align with his. "I have important news." She would take a few seconds pause before continuing. "I have been exploring Alacritis, including the western territories." Again she would pause hesitantly before continuing with her sentence. Surly she had sparked his attention just with that. "And upon my recent journey I discovered that... Valhalla... is gone. There, she had finally said it, her sentances sounding better than she had thought. A cool sensation of relief would wash over the maiden as she awaited for his reaction, salmon hued tongue caressing inky lips as she nervously nipped at her bottom lip. Speech

His brow would raise curiously, leaning away from her touch, seating himself before the charcoal mistress with a near disbelief. Valhalla, gone? Interesting. ?One could only hope they were gone forever,? he would chuckle weakly, surprised features morphing back to that of his typical pleasure and cunning play, ?Unfortunately I doubt that is the case.? One had to be realistic, as dull and truly boring as the real world often was. He wanted to know where they went, and why they had left. But seeking their borders was as risky as it was a needle in a haystack. But no, he had idea?s, when the battle came for Azalea?s offspring they would be forced to answer. Perhaps then their scents would suggest of their now abode. ?Never to worry, soon enough they will be forced unknowingly to reveal their secrets,? he spoke with an eerie sense of dark desires, cocking his skull towards the woman, ?Thank you for your dedication to knowledge, miss allure. Is there any suggestions of life left on the plains at all??

Curlurean gaze would trail the kings movements, and she would observe the different expressions his face morphed into. At first he seemed surprised, which was comforting. Perhaps he hadn't sent them into hiding after all? The babe would remain seated, audits perked as she listened to Isardis speak. She would not wait to respond, as she did not wish to displease him in any way. "Besides the native prey there are no signs of life on the plains. Loners have not inhabited it yet either." She would answer him, azure gaze aligned with the cherry kings. A smile would crease the corners of her lips, as it was comforting to know the king was pleased with her. She had been trying to hard to be noticed, perhaps she was finally succeeding. She would not make comments toward his first two sentences, but the third irked her. What plans for Valhalla did he have brewing? "My king, may I ask what your intentions are?" She would inquire, curiosity gleaming within her gaze. She was still so young, so innocent, that she may not be able to handle his corrupt intentions. Little did she know her king would be on a hot pursuit to capture her best friend's children. Speech