He had sworn silently within his wits of his imposing arrangement; the determination that rattled his mind had cast sinister thoughts of unsullied reign upon the quaking folds of his famished superiority. He would wait for his daughters instigation, impatiently await the haunting cry of a fledgling queen as she marched her people to revenge? alas, as a man with poor tolerance of time, Isardis had strayed from his own promises. First light cast lengthened shadows across gravel soils, waltzing eerily beneath the beating jugular of the heavenly usurper that ascends The Battlefields endless margins with a grace that had grown so infamous. Delicate plans had unravelled, and no longer would he wait for the beckoning of war. No, today, he would endow extended sanctuary upon his family in the form of a sickening bawl, an abominably musical cry for Covari?s reviled leader. Isardis vs. Desiree for Covari.

The divines had spoken of war, and she would heed the drums of battle, hearing a musical cry, beckoning forth whoever ruled a pack for a battle. Ah, the Armadas were so very infamous for their power and strength. She cared not for what the drums of war summoned her for, but the champagne pelted bitch would arrive at the sight of her father, having summoned forth the leader of Covari for a battle for the pack. A venomous purr would come from coral lips as the man awaited the arrival of the matriarch. "I do wish for you to cleave the foe should you win, as if you would not be able to, father." Her verses were tainted by venom and honey. Should her sire emerge victorious, she would follow him should he keep his paws on the pack he would have fought for.

It is the summons of her ex king that brings the nymph to her paws, audits swiveling toward the direction of the battle field as his voice dies out across the territory. Was she being deceived? Or was Isardis challenging another foe? Ebony lips crease into a delighted sneer, pride gushing through her veins. She is proud to be part of such a powerful kingdom, and to be instructed and led by an impeccable man. She wastes no time and rushes toward the bloodied field to support her pallid king, as she would lay her life down and rush into a red haze if it meant fighting alongside Isardis. Ramses would follow after his mistress, silence accompanying the pair for most of their journey. They reach the small group shortly, and Isardis and Impra, one of his daughters, are waiting for the foe to arrive. Liberty aims to walk directly up to Isardis, mischief gleaming within her azure eyes. ?Break their knees if they do not bow, my lord.? She says to him, lyrics drenched in pride and determination. She wants to see their foe bend in ways they could not have imagined possible. ?Speech?

Forfeit to ISARDIS

Due to CRUCIFIX forfeiting, ISARDIS is the winner, and Covari now belongs to Isardis.