two of a kind
10-17-2013, 11:12 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-17-2013, 11:13 AM by Sendoa.)
She was growing anxious of the war to come, her body practically begging for the warmth of another's blood. Her own would likely mingle with it, but so long as there was blood she would be satisfied. Sendoa had every intention of ripping a few Valhallans to pieces, but she knew she had to be patient. As much as she loved Glaciem - she wasn't quite sure they were ready to take on a force so formidable as the oldest pack in Alacritis (or so the rumors went). She paced rhythmically, finding herself awfully close to where Isardis holed up with his duchess. Children could be heard somewhere, probably Argent-borne. Her pace would slow, curious about her nieces and nephews - and perhaps about their mother as well. Regrettably, Sendoa knew very little about the duchess. Perhaps a day like this would change that. A smile creased her features as she tentatively sought for the duchess. ?Argent?? Nose dipped toward the den, but she was uncertain due to the lack of light whether the duchess was present or wandering somewhere in the vicinity. ?speech,? |