They were losing so many numbers, family falling to the ground and defeated. It broke Lucayas heart as much as it did fuel her fire. Her dark form stood like a shadow over the helpless girl she kept in her clutches, and in an instant she saw the aftermath as wolves broke apart from each other to her voice. The putrid stink of Tarben all over her, a snarl ripped from her jaws as she made her cower. Her eyes shifted to the tall woman, fox like that charged after her. A smirk laid on her lips. "You'd rather risk your daughters life trying to play hero, Soraya?!" She called, watching as Beartooth jumped between them to stop his wife - Surely fearing for his daughter.
"I will not kill her, I have no reason to. Not yet." Her crimson eyes watched the pair as she placed her large paw on the childs shoulder, weight enough to keep her pinned. "I suggest you listen. You have my sister, and if she is truly in good care then I demand we see her. Send her with an escort to Hawthorne, and if she is well she can remain with you - If she so likes. In the mean time, I will keep your daughter hostage in a more formidable prison. One you cannot break into, nor should you try to. Any attempt on taking her from us and we will march on your lands." She spoke out, her crown raised high.
"Send your Delta with Drevis if they are so close. No harm will come to him. If they are so close, they may wed in Hawthorne or what-have-you. Your daughter will come home with us, and stay with us. If Drevis seeks to return to you, she will not be harmed by anyone." Her eyes narrowed in a snarl above the daughter of the strange royals face. "As for our prisoner you trespassed to steal from us, keep him. I don't think a man of your reputation would kill him, not unless he defiled your wife. So I assume he's hidden away in Tarben still. Keep him to Tarbens grounds, and Tarbens grounds only. Should my members catch him anywhere outside, should any of the wolves here allied with Hawthorne find him anywhere else - He will be killed. He is a kill on sight." She twisted her neck to the side, with a sinister smile as her blood red eyes pulsed in the dim light of the storm. "Do I make myself clear?"
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"Another trick to treat, with candy apple dreams . . ."
| Heart Held By Nibris | Mother of Six | Hawthorne Queen | Metalhead |
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