THE VOICES GROW FAINTER BUT THEY WON'T GO AWAY '....is the way. Why don't you like us, are we not the same? All you got to do is follow us and we'll show you the way to the underground city.' Voices chanted against the little lassie's head as she stirred from her sleep, though, the young girl was rather used to this indeed. She was named Insonia for a reason, she was a curse. And at points the young girl didn't know if you could take it anymore. A soft cry escaped her lips as she tried to make the voices go away, but she knew better then that, she knew they wouldn't. "Please s-stop!" She cried, and then it all went silent. And for once she could hear the nature. The voices would only leave her alone if she had enough, and would beg them to stop. The top time they would leave her alone would be an hour give or take before they would hurt her mind with thoughts once again. Breathing out and flattening her ears across her small crown, the young corrupted girl would then find herself in the most beautiful garden. This was her secret. The secret of how she heard voices that no one else heard. 'I am not insane..' She chanted in the silence of her own mind. Standing up, she found herself surrounded in the most beautiful amount of flowers, a confused yet peaceful look upon her fa?ade features. Though the young girl did not understand that she would soon be in the presence of another being.

The elegance of the man was pure and lovely. His fur was luxurious as ever and his jewelry was beautiful. Each silver bracers was decorated with swirls of grey, bejeweled with little crystals. His necklace was a silver chain accompanied by a diamond hued with cyan. It hung on his thick neck with ease, loos enough, but it would not fall off. His fur was a lovely black that mixed with strands of cobalt. True to Armada genes. He was in image of his father, it was true. But, he had moved away from the other Armadas in vain of their big heads and power hungry ways. They all seemed to be stuck in their ways, except he and Sibelle. They found refuge in the lovely Covari. It was full of colorful temptresses and darker men. He felt at home with his single kin, his neice. But, he hoped to spread the Armada bloodline. He could bring more royalty and pure Wolves into the pack. But, his thoughts were interrupted by a squall. "Please s-stop." The man listened with dismay as he followed the scent of a female. His eyes then feasted upon a light colored creature within the fern gully. Kris tilted his head before clearing his throat. "Are you okay, darling?" Speech

BUT WHY WON'T THESE VOICES COME BACK ANOTHER DAY? She was alone. Other than the beauty of the nature and the crisp atmosphere that anyone could swoon over. The ominous voices left her alone for now, and the innocent lass would then find herself in intense bliss. A sigh left her precious lips but that all ended when another voice, though not one of the voices that traced her mind, but one that held confusion. The hair on her spin stood erect and she spun her head around to view a navy and obsidian colored brute. Decorated in a chain and gem stone with silver Bracers connected to each appendage. Slinking down as he spoke, she found herself wanting to disappear forever. "U-uh.." She squeaked rather adorably before looking away in embarrassment. He heard her yelling at herself. How would she explain this? She was never good with lies. She never, ever, liked to lie. But in this case, she had no other option in this scenario. "Y-yes.. I'm f-fine. Th-thanks f-for asking.." Oh how much she would give to slink away and never be seen again.

The ebony knight was one of poise and strength, yet he was a man whore all the same. His form was made up of coal and cobalt bricks with a vengeful spirit dwindling through the cracks. The woman before him was broken, left with her own horrible thoughts, he had seen it before in some within his large family. Insanity. He caught her speaking to herself, but when he approached she seemed to cower and want to hide. The man tilted his large head as she let forth a "U-uh.." The man frowned softly before more of her scared words filled his obsidian audits. "Y-yes.. I'm f-fine. Th-thanks f-for asking.." The handsome man frowned some more. He could read between the cracks of her stutters and low voice. Her emerald eyes were full of fear and sorrow. The man sat and tilted his head to the other side. "What is your name, little one?" He tried to be gentle, for he was not upon her for his usual pleasure. More or less for comfort. But, if it was evident he should leave then he would. Speech