these violent delights have violent ends
The warchief cares very little for those who gather around to gawk. She has eyes only for Wessex and Ronin (having not been informed of yet another change in title). However as her moss-green eyes fall upon the ascended, Delah doesn't even bother to try and hide how her lip curls in disdain.
Stepping forward, the ground rises beneath the guardian's feet so that she was eye to eye with the queen. A number of her guards follow, though they keep back a respectful distance.
"Five of my warriors were killed defending our landmark in our homeland." Delah snarled, her voice taking on a predatory growl. "How do you plead."
Stepping forward, the ground rises beneath the guardian's feet so that she was eye to eye with the queen. A number of her guards follow, though they keep back a respectful distance.
"Five of my warriors were killed defending our landmark in our homeland." Delah snarled, her voice taking on a predatory growl. "How do you plead."
