IT MAY BE YOUR LAST
The Princess was deep in thought. Ranjord usually kept to themselves. No allies, no wars. It was peaceful, yet so quarantined, so shut off from the rest of the realm. She wondered if news of the latest war had even reached those who resided here. So much had happened in the Summer just before. Her jaws let out a soft sigh, though she couldn't let her guard down. She knew she smelled of Amberbjorne, and here she was on an untreated packs border with two children that weren't even hers. How strange it would seem, to have her arrive with two pups looking and smelling of somewhere else.
Her crimson eyes watched her tie as it moved closer to her. Her head lowered in defense as he came to her. Finally she could see who she was tied to. A Russian blue male, with eyes as blue as the ocean. Her brows narrowed slightly as she watched him stare at the children, then to the ground as his hackles rose. Finally he spoke. ”Why are you here?” A scoff left her jaws as she rose her cranium. Watching him assume a defensive form and secrete mist from his body. "Are you f/cking kidding me?" She spoke with her muzzle wrinkled in anger.
Her banner rose high as the warrior princess narrowed her brows once more in irritation. "Because you didn't come for me. It's rude to make a Princess wait, or any lady." She shook her head, tilting it towards the sky as she stared him down. "Do you have any idea what I lost to come find you? I was Princess Valkyrie, Beta of Amberbjorne, daughter of Mabbit. Now I've liquidated my titles, given that all up and am just Valkyrie, daughter of the Amberbjorne King, soulmate of some blue guy in Ranjord who already pissed me off." She shrugged, in disbelief she came all this way to be insulted at the border. Her crimson eyes flicked from him to the two pups, and then back to him. "They're not mine. I found these two alone, stranded in the snow in the ice caps downwind of Tarben. I figured you King would like them as a gift of good will from myself, since he's of lineage of that dead bastard Beartooth. At least one of them is an ice elemental, given the location as well, I figured they are too." Her attitude still rang in her voice as her feathers puffed out. He had some nerve to talk to her like that, and she couldn't wrap her head around his aggression.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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SAY YOUR FINAL PRAYERS
| TIED TO PONTCHARTRAIN | MOTHER | AMBERBJORNE BETA | METALHEAD |
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