Once a pack had thrived here -- but it was no more -- withered like a dying rose. Every story had it's beginning and ending. Too bad Covari's leaders were careless with the power they held, and they fled rather than face the troubles they caused. Such sweet misery could bleed over Alacritia then, but now, a new queen was rising. Here she stood, upon the ruins of what could have been a glorious kingdom. Beneath delicate paws a withered flower was crushed. Her 'wings' would fold away for now, as the siren found herself in the midst of a clearing, small compared to the size of the ravine -- burgeoning with flora and fauna. Her bodice would recline gently, a plush plume of fur neatly curling about delicate paws. "Who will come to visit me today?" "Speech."

Viridiana had decided that a pack was no longer for her. Infact, they had both decided to get away and go of to the islands; the isolation had a nice ring to it, and there was no denying desiree needed more of that. They had left their pack to be ruled by Crucifix, a man whom- fell for her crimson wife. Though who could blame him? She was like no other, and she was all Desirees. Though, even after the mishap, the two queens decided to give it over to the boy marked with the cross, as there was no denying he was an excellent leader- afterall they left covari in his paws just after the plague. Though, the purple nymph knew that Covari had grown to big, perhaps to much so to handle, to much responsibility. But Covari was no more, there was a new change of rule, now a different location and land Solstice held. She would sigh, taking a moment to gaze upon her surroundings, her former home. her paw would caress the earth, the scent of the pack fading. she would waltz upon the plains, her crown held high and her posture dominant. It was always nice to travel back and see the area from time to time. a Russet figure came into view, and desiree would waste no time to travel towards her. the Purple rani knew nothing of war that waged upon them, though perhaps soon she would im informed. " Who are you?" She would say bluntly, though she still held a hint of charm and allure, she made no introduction of herself, yet.

Emerging from the undergrowth came a violet queen whose kingdom had fallen -- Desire?. A gentle croon came from inky lips as she revealed herself to the siren, cyan gems sparkling as it took in her beauty. "My, aren't you a gorgeous orchid." The violet maiden's own lyrics would sound, bluntly spoken as if she hadn't heard her compliments. "Synder, though I would rather not speak of whose blood I am of, dear queen -- though you are apt to be called a rogue, just like myself." She had not meant this verse to be of any offense, but if the lavender maiden should think otherwise, she was prepared for a fight, if any was meant to be. She would gently recline, her posture relaxed and drained of aggression. Perhaps this violet vixen could provide some amusement for her otherwise boring day. ""