Bow at my feet
12-28-2014, 02:38 PM
She had left her growing children with Kylar, despite his rather questionable state of mind. Her older daughter lingered in the shadows, not having strayed far from her siblings. She had left her family and home behind with a plan in mind. And now she stood on the center of the battlefield, her coral gaze surveying her surroundings. She needed fighters, warriors that could spill blood and take names. Her current ranks were sparse, a majority of her members fools who she wouldn't trust to save her own life. It was time for that to change, she needed her numbers to swell with those capable of fighting. Her silver crown tipped back, a calling falling easily from her lips. She would summon those within ear shot to come to her, to join greatness. But of course, not without proving themselves. She would spar the runner ups, test their skill and their resolve. Only one question remained. Who would answer the call of the silver Queen? Muscles relaxed loose, though her crown was lowered to align with her spine, and her chin tucked against her throat, her legs spread equidistant and bent at the joint, her toes splaying so that claws dug into the ground. Her tail however curled up above her hips in a display of dominance. She was ready. "Burn Baby Burn" |