IT'S IN THE TASTE BETWEEN LIFE & DEATH
The Shield Maiden was rather at a loss with all of the activity going on outside of the border of the pack. Calls going up, three of war, and more of meetings. Something was going down, and what it was was still in the air, lingering like a thick fog. What she did hear was something along the lines of Phobus leaving Tarben, a Princess in Sabertooth was dead and Balerion, Tarbens hound, was laying claim to Drekistone and slaughtering those inside it's walls. Danger was lying at every corner it seemed, and it was something she wanted to protect herself and her family from. Especially with the lingering idea in her head of wanting children with Demius.
Her brain had been on it for quite some time, and she was curious to see if he was to bring it up to her first or if she had to initiate it. Her heart was nearly dead set on it however, something she never thought she would want. Her entire childhood was nothing but combat training, so even being dubbed a Princess here was a stretch to her. War was something her father knew too well and wanted her to be prepared for. Of course Wisteria was a stranger to that, she was sheltered and too kind hearted for the brutal reality of the world. At least until Phobus, and Yesimire felt awful that she wasn't there to protect her sister from the demon.
With the rumors flying about, it came to no surprise that her mother-in-law was calling for a meeting too. Her audits perked as she rose from the meadow she was laying in, her gray and white pelt moving gracefully to the clearing with speed. As she came in, she gave a bow to her in law, and her brother who ruled beside her. She took a seat under the other side of the throne from Valkyrie, waiting on her knight in shining armor Demius. Her lilac gaze swept with surprise to the pair above her, her nares picking up the scent of a pregnant female. Was Themis . . . Pregnant? She felt a small smile pull at her lips, but pain pull at her heart ~ Wishing she could be in the same situation.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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IT'S FOR THE LIVES WE NEVER GOT TO LIVE
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