The Hallowess had only recently joined this pack, and yet the very safety she sought within the kingdom walls could not save her from the haunting war and the bone chilling sight of her parents and brothers corpses. She felt distraught, lost even. Though the rainbow scaled woman who had struck the Storm Queen had plotted revenge, likely a sister of hers? She knew she had older siblings, but she was surprised to find one here. It seemed like her world was falling apart, and she was spiraling. But her fathers love for odd things seemed to bring wonder to her life after his tragically ended. She changed overnight it seemed, blue wings sprouting from her shoulders and antlers from her cranium. It made her feel some sort of peace of mind.
Though as she wandered the grounds, she only thought of how odd it was that the female Delta summoned her for the front lines of the war. Surely Dawnshire wasn't big, but why her? She hadn't even been given a rank yet. As she wandered, her nares picked up on a scent not like those inside the lands. One at the borders. Her orange eyes looked towards the area, was it within her to accept new members? She moved quietly, before taking to the large pine trees to watch from above. She was graceful, silent even as she moved. When the borders came into view, her jack-o-lanterns stared down at the albino female. One with moth wings. How peculiar. But the sight of the snow white fur and pink skin only made Esmae on high alert.
As she decent only slightly from the pine she stood in, she narrowed her eyes. Her hackles rose. Albinos were only known to be in Tarben, from their Kings prisoners leeches. "I am Esmae, member of Dawnshire. State your name and your buisness, Tarben wench." She spat. She wasn't one to judge without knowing someone, but in times like these who could blame her? Her family was slaughtered and all because of some dumb King freeing a rapist and kidnapping Hawthornes Queens sister. If this girl was in relation, why was she here? Especially . . . Smelling of a late term pregnancy. "I suggest you speak, girl. What do you want?" Her voice low, almost warning.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"I watched your soul decay"
| Love | Kin | Dawnshire | Metalhead |
74
Message Thread
« Back to index