The Witch was successful in her mission, to bring down the bastard Queen who stole her family. Belladonna was next, the woman would either be too cowardly to show up or start a fight within the packlands during her brother's coronation. Her pink eyes stared onward as she lugged herself forward. A smile splayed on her face, through all of her injuries she was surely able to leave Irina for dead. Her newfound friend would hopefully join her, if she hadn't been tailing her toward her new home.
This would be a new era for Nightingale. One of peace, no longer would Beartooth have the control. No more would there be tyrant Queens insistent on sleeping around with men they hardly knew. She grinned as she moved, and suddenly she noticed her pain had begun to vanish. Her hot pink hues looked to her lightning fried leg, watching as the wounds and burns healed in moments. What in the world was happening? Her astonishment was met with the waft of Irinas dying scent on bark, the trees that held Nightingale.
The Witch finally could walk freely, finding her Jae even able to open and close. She gave it a couple of tries as she padded up to the trees, scratching away at the bark and rubbing herself up against them. Nightingale would belong to her family. From this day forward. The black brindled limbs of the lass trekked on through the snow and evergreens, a sea breeze coming through the area. It was just beginning to become sunset before she leapt up to the throne, a meeting ground apparent and it stunk of Irina on the throne. The rainbow scaled victor rose her head to the sky, sending two a calls, one for Cato and one for the pack or new members wishing to join. "Nightingale has been overturn - Irina’s reign has ended. Come forth and rejoice in your new King."
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"I promise you my heart, just promise to sing." Jack x Onai |
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