WHAT?
The Blood Princess was excited and happy, almost bouncing with joy on her day to day. She had found a soulmate, the realm had decided she would be wed to an Amberbjorne Beta. It was marvelous news, and her soulmate Xolmin was a handsome and sweet man. She bounded home with a pep in her step, wanting to tell her mother and father the news. Perhaps they could have a royal wedding, of course with her parents blessing and the blessing of Amberbjornes alphas. Her maniacal heart was finding content, wondering just what would be in store for them together. But the echoing calls on her journey home of packs meeting, a call for war in the mountains, her happiness and content quickly faded.
Her crimson colored limbs danced across the earth swiftly before she took to the sky and soared for her home. Mother was calling a meeting as well, and her anger began to set in. Was it once more another war? Would she lose the happiness she had just found? Her wings folded as she hit the ground, hoping to lighten the serious mood as she stood just under her mother and fathers throne where they both likely sat. "Mother, father. I found my soulmate." She smiled at them, her tail wagging wildly. "He's an Amberbjorne Beta, I must have him if he'll have me." She grinned and giggled before walking to the side of the throne.
She took a seat, watching as the family and friends who resided in Hawthorne filled the clearing. The silence faded away her smile, as her nerves grew intense. The feeling of blood soaking her pelt was something she enjoyed, but did she want that at the extent of losing more family and her potential future husband? She tightened her plume around her legs, her eyes staying on the ground. The only thing she could think of with everyone pulling together like this is a war. That was all she had known at the time. Had it been Tarben again, had anyone died? Was Phobus involved again? Her nares picked up on a familiar scent, but mingled with Tarben. Was Lahmer home? What had happened? They still had the Tarben Princess held prisoner, so what was going on?
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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| SOULMATE OF XOLMIN | MOTHER | HAWTHORNE BETA | METALHEAD |
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