Though she is but a servant to imperial blood and a father lost, the dwindle of unknown claim upon the northern lands she had passed had sent a dry bristle down the contours of a rigid spine. Cracking bones rattle with inevitable chill, under-brush splaying above shuddering pores as the peculiarity so seeks the reign of the woman she had pledged her loyalties. Never loose in her ambitions, it is only the loss of her core - her father, that had strayed her attendance. Mind, though somewhat perplexed, is still as finely tuned as the most optimum of servant warriors; ferocious violence not a natural occurrence but a trained habit. And she loiters the borders; skeleton slumped in a subservient posture of retained respect, golden gaze lowly fixated to pine-strewn loam – a call as gentle and as harmonised as the breeze that whispers towering arms.

 

Her life has become chaotic and the life within her has swollen and stretched her body as far as it can. She is always on her feet. She spends less and less of her time as she swells patrolling, but that is the feat she finds herself emerged in when she catches scent of a familiar face. The harsh wind of the arctic is in her favor for once as she approaches from down-wind. She wonders what brings her half-sister back to these lands, when Roman thought she had left with Isardis. She closes the distance between them as quick as she can, and moved up the border aiming to come up to her sisters left side. A soft bark of welcome leaves her jaws, and she wags her tail ever so slightly in greeting as she approaches. It's always nice to see a familiar face. "Returning again, Satis?" She inquires, her tone light and her face graces her words with a soft smile. Perhaps it is only this sibling who could fluidly leave her ranks and return when she pleased, without question - but Roman isn't one to forget, and she remembers the days when she took over Tortuga well- Satis had been there. That wasn't something that Roman would forget easily. Greek Speak -- Roman Speak

It is the first familiarity of Roman’s union that will cause the wild-marked vulp to sink; hocks rocking backwards as weight falls to the jagged points of shamed elbows, golden bracelets pressing beneath the skin of earthly under’s as the peculiar Armada seems portray a character that few of the family posses – a lawful thrall to serve as a blade of war, a weapon held not by the palm of her own motives but that of a master. “Do not forgive me, my liege,” lids bow over dishonoured gold, “I fear to promise you my devotion in the knowledge that I cannot maintain a pledge even to myself.” Her lungs shudder, a pain is clear beneath the downwards turn of her façade and an exposed scruff, “I fail in my allegiances to you and our father; but I fear if I do not die at the hands of your enemies then I will have never lived.” Please, allow my purpose.

 

 

The peculiar colored Armada speaks, and Roman's ears flatten slightly at her words. She lets her sister get it out. Out of all the Armada siblings- she appreciates Satis's warrior capabilities and the fact that when Roman calls for war- she is there. This time though- Roman has no one to call war upon. So far she only has the mere annoyance of neighbors- wolves of such insignificance and ignorance- they aren't yet worth her time to declare war upon, until other methods have been exhausted, and her children have been born. She has no enemy worthy of the blade of her sister- yet. A moment of silence ponders after Satis's words, and Roman speaks. "There is nothing to forgive Satis. You are the only wolf loyal- who comes to the call of war and doesn't run from it, that I can proudly call a sister." She pauses, her voice is firm and soft. "I have no enemies yet to wield war upon- but I don't fear it will be long until someone proves themselves a disgrace- that needs to be washed from this land." She frowns slightly. "Stay. I implore you to stay- until such time. If all else fails, we'll make our own moves to make new enemies as soon as these spawn exit my womb. I'd hate to let you grow bored." She said with a slight chuckle.  Greek Speak -- Roman Speak

 

She relieves, if but faintly; though compact bodice is still cupped above pine-loam in a submissive posture of insignificance, the words of Roman perhaps influence her character into a mental sigh of liberation. Her return has been accepted, and it was all she needed.   “There are strangers in what was once our Kingdom,” perhaps she has spoken out of turn; but the thought still bristled eagerly behind the caverns of her thinker – The North was, and should remain Armada Territory. She would make no further suggestion, Roman was her queen and Satis had little business in otherwise attempting to influence her decision.   “I will be ready, when you call upon me; should you accept me into your ranks once again – or even if you do not.”  Only now does golden-paved gaze seek to usher upwards, a bashful exploit but a blazing furnace beneath the opal of her stare.

 

As Satis spoke, Roman's felt a growl bubble in her throat, a taste like bile rising. There indeed were strangers in their kingdom- strangers that needed to be eradicated. "They will indeed pay for the grave trespass they've made." She spoke, her voice a slight rumble. She hadn't decided how exactly they would pay- but she knew that they would. Satis spoke again, and Roman nodded. "You will always have a rank with me, as long as I have a crown." She said solemnly. "For now, I'll rank you as infantry." She spoke, her she knew Satis was a warrior, and should war approach- Roman would most likely set her ahead of her troops so they could succeed in battle. Roman herself hoped to maybe spar with her sister as soon as she had these pups, she could use a refresher with someone so capable of being a war machine. "Regium claims The Red Forest and The Sparse Pines. You will find our dear neighbors claim very nearby territories- but I'm sure you'll easily find that out yourself." She said with a sly smile. Satis was smart, and she had a nose. She wasn't a halfwit pup incapable of scenting borders. Roman had faith in her abilities to know where her neighbors were.  Greek Speak -- Roman Speak

Silently a countenance of delicate beauty and sweet warp will weave earthward, a soulfelt bow of feminine skull and a slinking lustrous of hugging fibres revealing her hushed appreciation. And oh she cannot wait to sink tooth and claw into the hides of those who dare seek to disrupt the legacy of their Northern Empire. Though Roman may have heard nothing of the trespassers being of enemy intentions, through their foolish migration into icy quarters they had guaranteed backfire.   “Of course,” and those darling lips of salmon fold will accompany seated rear; as if physically she had sought to depart from the directness of their meeting – but she will not physically leave until Roman had done so initially. For now, she sought to loiter here; to discover if her hold den was still inhabitable since the loom of her father’s reign.  --- exit, assuming Roman’s exit.

It seemed that their conversation would draw to a close- not that the two sisters ever expressed a lot of verbal thought between them. Roman nodded slightly, her eyes gleaming in the light. "I promise you, sister- we will have our vengeance." She says softly, as she begins to turn away-the front of her body facing her forests. "I'd also like my children to meet their Aunt." She said, her tone a bit warmer, as she stepped forward- dipping her head slightly as she aimed to make her exit. She needed to go alert Drashiel of the new member in their ranks- so he didn't challenge Satis for her presence. Roman's mind spun- she needed to talk to her husband and see what they could do about their neighbors, once these pups were born- she was determined to make her presence known. -exit- Greek Speak -- Roman Speak