dont slay the messenger
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Spring
She rumbles lowly at @Helah, a purr of sorts when the woman comments that she is a beautiful queen. Same to you. If they weren't in the midst of a political discussion, the high sovereign would of been inclined to take the conversation a step further. Perhaps to a spare den in the Oasis, but she would do nothing more than give her stamp of approval for the compliment. The response to Cassandra's name is even juicier, Icefang's ears perking forward with interest as the hiss stings through the air. The flexing of the claws and feral sounds emitting from the sovereign has her excited. Shit, she was so happy to hear someone else's distaste for that foul name to the point she wants to kiss Helah. That is until the alliance is mentioned, the decision shifting from wild queen to stoic king. However, there is still hope. Helah was ready, maybe her feelings could sway Harou in her favor.
The seconds that tick by feel like an eternity, Icefang tense as her gaze shifts to @Harou, praying that their moonlit dinner is enough to make him consider. To hope that whatever dark presence she had felt in his soul was enough to throw away a silly little alliance. They had attacked her. Here she was - a disaster on his doorstep - begging for a savior. However, her hope falters once he begins to speak. That electric spark she had felt moons ago when they sat huddled in this very Oasis shatters when he suggests that he speaks to the very being that is causing her grief. It is a spit directly in her face. Icefang digs her talons deeper in the sand, maimed tail twitching in the slightest betrayal of her aggravation. To be humiliated in front of the others. In front of her daughters, noble, and Luther. Her façade falters slightly as she feels compelled to demand that her party physically hold her back before she burned this bridge to hell.
Then, he speaks. @Luther ♔ - her shining knight in armor. When she expects the dethroned Mire king to laugh at her for this failure he is instead charming his way through the gasoline that has been poured while stopping her from throwing the burning match clenched in her hand. He confirms that while the pair are not old friends (they are rather new), that in the midst of his unfortunate position he has not forgotten his pact with her. She steps forward, another step away from her protective party giving a small nod of agreement when Luther finishes his statement. "Isla was there when I overthrew Cassandra. She was also there when Cassandra lost again." Another step, this time betraying that annoying limp. "It is clear she knows what they are doing. The Lagoon does not wish to be on peaceful terms with me." Natural and torn ear pin back as the high sovereign lets out a soft breath, skull dipping slightly in a defeated manner. If her lie didn't work, then perhaps she needed to try a different tactic. He had shown a weakness in stating that the pride could not be held accountable for the actions of a select few.
"It is against my nature to come begging for help." Blue orbs flicker to the ruling pair and gently brushing over Luther. "What will they do next? Ambush my members? Harm the children? I cannot sit around and let them bully me because they feel entitled to the Brook. We are past the point of a discussion. When they attack again, do I have to worry that the Oasis will also march against me?" A pity card. Think of the children for fuck sake. If this didn't work, Icefang wasn't sure there was anything Luther could say before she threw down her match.
The seconds that tick by feel like an eternity, Icefang tense as her gaze shifts to @Harou, praying that their moonlit dinner is enough to make him consider. To hope that whatever dark presence she had felt in his soul was enough to throw away a silly little alliance. They had attacked her. Here she was - a disaster on his doorstep - begging for a savior. However, her hope falters once he begins to speak. That electric spark she had felt moons ago when they sat huddled in this very Oasis shatters when he suggests that he speaks to the very being that is causing her grief. It is a spit directly in her face. Icefang digs her talons deeper in the sand, maimed tail twitching in the slightest betrayal of her aggravation. To be humiliated in front of the others. In front of her daughters, noble, and Luther. Her façade falters slightly as she feels compelled to demand that her party physically hold her back before she burned this bridge to hell.
Then, he speaks. @Luther ♔ - her shining knight in armor. When she expects the dethroned Mire king to laugh at her for this failure he is instead charming his way through the gasoline that has been poured while stopping her from throwing the burning match clenched in her hand. He confirms that while the pair are not old friends (they are rather new), that in the midst of his unfortunate position he has not forgotten his pact with her. She steps forward, another step away from her protective party giving a small nod of agreement when Luther finishes his statement. "Isla was there when I overthrew Cassandra. She was also there when Cassandra lost again." Another step, this time betraying that annoying limp. "It is clear she knows what they are doing. The Lagoon does not wish to be on peaceful terms with me." Natural and torn ear pin back as the high sovereign lets out a soft breath, skull dipping slightly in a defeated manner. If her lie didn't work, then perhaps she needed to try a different tactic. He had shown a weakness in stating that the pride could not be held accountable for the actions of a select few.
"It is against my nature to come begging for help." Blue orbs flicker to the ruling pair and gently brushing over Luther. "What will they do next? Ambush my members? Harm the children? I cannot sit around and let them bully me because they feel entitled to the Brook. We are past the point of a discussion. When they attack again, do I have to worry that the Oasis will also march against me?" A pity card. Think of the children for fuck sake. If this didn't work, Icefang wasn't sure there was anything Luther could say before she threw down her match.
Icefang is a primary character.
She is rated M - please be mindful of this when threading with her or reading her posts.
She can be discussed in OOC spaces.
She is open to premade plots and unplanned threads.
Please remind me after three days.
