The aging monster had once deemed his life and achievements satisfactory, momentarily content with watch the exciting flaws of a youthful queen unfold before him; satisfied, proud to sit back as her father and no less. However life as a lesser was so devastatingly dull, and though the ghoul did not meander now for his marked princess out of regret, the albino couldn?t help but feel wasted. The excitement and thrill of turning some deprived soul?s world upside down still sent reverberations shuddering his spine; he was growing so tired of watching Athena, bored within his new status. It had been far too long since he sought Roman, and he would wander across her borders with a careless suggestion of his own self-birthed rights. He would do not polite waiting today, frustration already boiled within the marrow of his aging bones; today, he wanted some brittle respect of thrill, some twisted contortion that reminded him of everything he had, has, and all he has to look forward to. He is not at the end of his glory days, no not yet.

Her father wasn't far from her mind, her near fear of his disappointment in her achievements as a leader, clawed into her dreams at night. She couldn't shake the agonizing fear that she was nothing but a disappointment. Though she shoved her feelings back, to the back of her mind- and she did her duties, taking care of her pack and making sure to do what was best for them. She had gained a family in Tortuga, and she'd be damned if she'd lose them. She patrolled the forest, almost lazily- when a familiar scent trickled into her nose. Pausing for a moment, she let out a low chuckle. Think of the devil, and he trespasses right into your paws. Quietly, she would follow the scent- approaching as softly as she could. Her violet eyes would study him for a moment, from the shadows. Oh how weird, it was to see him.. not a king. Sauntering forward, she smirked, as she approached him, "If you were a lesser wolf- I'd be ripping your limbs from your body for trespassing." She said lightly, her tone nearly a tease, eyes dancing with slight amusement- showing the humor she found in her words. Her blatantly attack the wolf who had sired her? She didn't know that she could. She halted a mere two feet from him, and greeted him softly. "As it is, it's a pleasure to see you, Isardis. " Speech,

At first she seems as whole and intact as she were the day she marched to her throne; in fact, her speech and her flawless air even come to convince the man she?s doubled her maturity, a once youth now ripe within the prime of her leadership. However something has changed, as the daintiest gusts of air breathe a sense of surprise down the curvature of his spine, Isardis is suddenly rattled; his gait ceasing barely a few moments from her direct contact. He is shocked, and though he wants to feel disappointed the prospect of her success is enough to beg him otherwise, ?I hope it is only the greatest men?s children that loiter your womb, daughter,? his brow furrows for a moment, scrutinizing her for her choices. However he comes to relax, curious, seeking to push his boundaries and to test their drifted relationship; he finds her contact within a single stride, seeking to wrap his jaws about the folds of her scruff, ?What will she do to protect herself when the whelps swell heavy between her limbs??

In the close proximity of her father, she can feel a familiar shiver of adoration- of being so close to one so powerful. Her violet eyes survey her father, taking his albino form- until she is satisfied. He truly is back- back to his health. Finally, her gaze seeks out his cherry eyes, and her ears flick slightly- as he speaks. "Your grandchildren have been sired by a warrior. He is rather infuriating, but worthy enough. He saved my life, more than once now." She would speak carefully, about Faust, but simply. He had saved her life- once from the sheer edges of a cliff- and the other by keeping her sane as the poison clouded her body. Her father closes the distance, and as his teeth close about her scruff she would lean into him slightly. How much she has missed him embrace. A chuckle leaves her, at his words, though they are serious. "I've managed so far, the Covari Queen will never forget me." She speaks simply. "If someone threatens me- or my family, I'll fight until my last breath- even if I'm the size of a whale." She murmurs, her head turning slightly, her nose attempting to bury into her father's side. For a few seconds she is silent. "How are you, father?" She asks quietly, worried still for his health. Speech,

Initially he is proud, content within the confidence of his daughter and her choices to bare young. However the delight will fizzle as quickly as it would swell, her lips shuddering as they became poisoned by a weakness she was potentially unaware of. She leans to his grasp upon her scruff, but he does not ease; instead he seeks to rock backwards until his weight is sustained by squatted haunches, and his right forelimb reaches to wrap her shoulders. Though it is family play, as loving as it is devoted, Isardis would still attempt to extract some form of dominance from the situation. She would support his weight as long as she chose to, the albino unfazed if she decided to yield and roll downwards or remain rigid, poised. ?Then perhaps it is he that should be Tortuga?s usurper?? though he would chuckle, suggesting humour within the situation, there was still a part of him that despised the thought of a man sparing the ivory?s life; it should have been inverted, no strapping queen should learn to find comfort in being the weaker link. However he is soon distracted by her mention of a queen he had yet to hear of, ?Tell me of this woman?? an innocent request, though it was not hard to known Isardis was seeking something to hate, somebody to repulse? and quite simply, something to do. ?Jaded, my silver? wholly and utterly bored within my days,? a new emotion for the ghoul, and who was to know of it?s danger if not he?

She doesn't consider her faith in Faust foolish, but perhaps it is a weakness. Admittedly, Faust has saved her life twice- he is a good male. A warrior, and he could have easily let her fall to her death, if it was the crown he so desperately sought. Her father shifts, back onto his haunches, his leg stretching over her- and she bares his weight. His next words bring a frown to her jaws. Would Faust dare? It wasn't like she had earned the crown that had been thrust into her paws, but she had worked her ass off to build the pack up from the ground. "If he dared to try, I would end him." She muttered darkly. No amount of infatuation would save the irritating male, if he dared to tread upon the crown she had worked to maintain. Isardis inquires of the Covari Queen, and a growl of distaste bubbles in her chest. She pulls away from him, wiggling out from under his limb- stalking forward, her lips turned into an upward snarl. "That "epidemic" as the healers call it- she knew the cure? It was a poison she set- a move to gain allies." She spat, pacing furiously. She was so convinced that the russet wolf, had poisoned her. "Then she trespassed into my forest- I crippled her. I expect it won't be long until she via's for my crown- and then I'll end her.". Fury seethed in her pores, as she moved, her lips curled upwards into a snarl. On top of everything, that russet bitch had scarred her head! Her beautiful head. Turning her head towards Isardis, she spat, "AND SHE SCARRED MY HEAD. I'm NEARLY HIDEOUS." She snarled, spitting on the ground. Halting, she would face her father, the snarl still plastered on her lips. Speech,

Oh how his little silver had grown so full of hatred, so overpowered by the steam of her short fuse. It made his spine prickle with excitement as she pulled away from him, forlimbs returning back to the earth in a casual seated position as only his coral features would follow her as she paced. This is what his blood created, and this would be the rise of the Armada?s for generations to come; they were not a family prone to weakness and acceptance of those around them. No, they would craft their environment from the wrath of their revenge, seek their betrayers as if it were their sole purpose. Saliva began to form within the fits of his tweaking lips, nostrils quivering as her rage only, managed to fuel his thrill even more so. ?Poison her life as you believe she poisoned you, be the aggravation of her organs as if she were being eaten from the inside; frustrate her to no end, my daughter,? a sickening grin had grown, feeding from the situation at hand. He was curious as to how this one woman caused the epidemic, though he was not entirely convinced it was true, he would roll with his daughters plans as? quite frankly, it was the most excitement he had had for too long. ?But my silver darling, for as long as Armada?s are true to their names, there is only peace to our enemies within death,? he chuckles weakly now, lifting the curves of his haunches to seek her again, to drop beneath her feet and sprawl himself almost helplessly before her. He wants her to feel in control, he wants her to get a taste of the supremacy she screams. Almost cautiously the albino stretches his neck upwards, spine at home with the soil beneath him as he seeks to playfully entice her with a nip towards her jugular, ?No scars can spoil your beauty, you are as eternally define as you are imperishable.?

Rage boils her blood, her heart pulsing it through every inch of her body. She fumes, her mouth nearly foaming. Finally, she lets the rages spill- her hatred of the Covari "Queen", spewing from her lips. The poisoner. The trespasser. Her violet eyes are alight with a fire, the desire to tear the creature in two. Her chest heaves as she spits her curses- her words of hatred. She's nearly rabid in her desire to end the very life that had managed to annoy her so much. Her father speaks, and she stills her eyes seeking to lock onto his ruby gaze. She drinks in his words, her body quivering with the push and power inside of them. Yes, she should poison the bitch, she would make her break. She takes in his speech without speaking, and watches as he stands and moves towards her. She doesn't pull away from him, he sprawls on the ground, and she freezes. What on earth is he doing? Glancing down at him- she feels... nearly strange seeing her father lying on the ground before her, and at the same time the sight is empowering. He nips at her neck, and she lets out a hissing breath, before lowering in her own head- her teeth seeking to nip at his neck. Her ivory coat, trying to bury into his lush albino form, bringing her closer to him. She turns her head, seeking to place kisses on her father's face and jaws, before she lifts her head slightly, looking into his cherry eyes. "Ending her won't suffice my hatred, I want to see her suffer, like I did- like my family did." Her words are but a breath, as she stares at the great king. Plans begin to formulate in her mind, she doesn't seek death for the Covari Queen, no, she'd rather break her world- tear apart everything she loves. After all... it was only fair. Speech,

Her snout seeks the pale folds of his scruff, incisors returning the enticing nip he had offered her only moments before. Salmon tongue lashes dotingly upon his face, ruby gaze narrowing as her grooming calms the flurry within his mind; however only for a moment, as he presses both his forepaws playfully up into the arches of her brawly chest. Lashes beat atop his cherry gaze, infatuated within the vibrant amethyst of her own stare as her jaws snap and her tongue rolls words of hatred, ?To cause her suffering you must devour all she loves; emotional suffering is far more damaging to the soul than physical maim. Learn of her family or those close to her, pick away at the structures of her realm and devour her people.? He snickers, proud, lips fluttering with a sickening device of thrill as his toes splay upon her breast, ?When do we begin??

Standing over her father, she stares down at him. His toes press against her breast, and she listens to his words- soaking them in and letting them coat her mind. Seething hatred, still makes her body quake, and even though her fathers words are dark- they are calming. She nods, taking it in- letting her mind begin to plan. "You'll hear my call. It shouldn't be long now, though a few more plans need to be finished." She speaks softly, her head lowering to hover a few inches over her fathers. She looks down on him, wondering if he can see the loathing hatred in her eyes for the russet woman. She will make her break, she will relentlessly destroy her- and everything she holds dear. As she stands over the greatest king these lands has ever seen- she feels empowered, like she cannot be stopped. "I'll make you proud, father." She says softly, her tones edgy. She will make him proud, she will earn her surname. Greek Speak -- Roman Speak