The bitter cold winds howled outside the den, carrying with them an aura of impending danger. Inside the cozy shelter, Soraya, the Queen of Tarben, awaited the arrival of her mate, Beartooth. The flickering light of the dying sun danced across her rose colored eyes, reflecting both her sassy nature and the tender love she held for her companion. Soraya's heart was heavy with worry, her thoughts consumed by the approaching war that threatened to engulf their icy homeland. She longed to bring forth another litter of children with Beartooth, to create a new generation that would carry their legacy forward. But with the shadow of conflict looming ever closer, she couldn't help but fear for the fate of their offspring.She paced back and forth within the den, her elegant mane brushing against the walls. Her mind wandered to her grandchildren, the pups born to their daughter Lova and her mate Kublai. The thought of them growing up in a world marred by violence and uncertainty tugged at her heartstrings. She wanted to protect them, to shield them from the harsh realities that awaited outside. As she settled onto the moss covering the floor, Soraya's eyes flickered towards the entrance of the den, hoping to catch a glimpse of Beartooth's regal figure. She wondered if he shared her concerns, if he carried the weight of their impending fate as heavily as she did. The Fire Queen couldn't help but feel a twinge of impatience. She wanted to share her worries and fears with him, to seek solace in his embrace and find strength in their bond. Fears began to echo in her mind, what if he didn't want another brood? What if he'd found a new plaything, a new girl to bear his children with? No, she couldn't think like that. From the moment she'd decided to be his mate, he'd been nothing but fateful. That, she knew, was hard for him. She'd asked for monogamy, that she would be his and him hers. Together, they had successful children, and now grandchildren to love and cherish. Yet... Beartooth's decision and coldness to bring another war to Tarben lands was unsettling to say the least. Hopefully, she would be able to get some answers out of him.. but right now she'd rather focus on once again bearing his litter. word Count: 782 puppet of alana
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you feel that i rip that, everytime you tried to steal it backX X X
tarben Queen | tied to Beartooth | Mist elemental | mother
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