Post by Krystal Zanguzen on Mar 19, 2007 21:34:38 GMT -5
As the stillness of the night wore on, many more events were to follow for the meet up with this stranger. Krystal merely sat on her haunches by Ayasha’s side and played the part of the observer. Her keen emerald and sapphire pools making note of the disrespect Zukozu had shown her sister. Did she really think she could mask such atrocities with her devilish ways? This trespasser showed no respect for Ge-Rad, as her form showed that of a clam demeanor despite being in enemy lands. Things did not add up for the imperfect Zanguzen. Though little was known to the Ge-Radian about the history between her pack and Sarnes, the bi-colored fae’s instincts simply bathed Zukozu in a negative light. But as was Ge-Rad’s custom, no Ge-Radian would hurt another Varg with out proper reason. And despite all that had transpired on this night, Zukozu had yet to antagonize enough to merit retaliation with ivory daggers. Krystal caught the gaze of her sister, and she could sense her distress over the situation.
Frustration slowly collected itself in Ayasha’s ebon body. Krystal too felt that same frustration. Bound by the rules of society, and her Dragga’s words, the Ge-Radian simply gave her sister a look of sympathy. They would deffinetly have some sister-sister time together in the near future. To sort out all these feelings, that and there was much she needed to talk to Ayasha about, away from the auds of any other Ge-Radian, especially Draeg’s. But for now the concern was of the here and now. As Draeg spoke to the craeft of Sarnes, her ebon auds caught all of the amber Dragga’s words and Krystal had to take a double take at his lyrics. Did Draeg really consider the possibility that this stranger’s words held any truth to them? All ready the former Zanguzen didn’t like the sound of this meeting. Who was to say that they wouldn’t be waiting for their Dragga with their own hidden in the shadows, waiting for the amber Dragga to come alone, so they could strike him down?
A growl would escape her open midnight maw as a tribute to the distaste Krystal had toward this plan. To one whose lineage tied to a pack, the Zanguzen, who thrived in war and strategy, intelligence and cunning, this meet up was the farthest from a wise decision. The elder council would laugh at such ignorance, but that was beside the point. It was simply too risky for Draeg to trek off into the Vale of Shadows to wait for what could very well be an ambush. As soon as Zukozu was long gone from Ge-Rad’s borders, the bi-colored fae would let Draeg know of her thoughts, regardless if he cared to hear them or not. “I don’t trust her.” Krystal spoke, her comments directed in Draeg’s direction. “Let me escort the Sarnes emissary personally out of Ge-Rad soil. That way at least we can be sure there will be no other surprises this evening.” With that said, her bi-hued eyes found Zukozu’s pools as she gave the trespasser a hard glance, flashing her ivory fangs and pink gums at her in the process. Incisors that gleamed under the light of Tor’s eye, which watched the event, unfold.
Frustration slowly collected itself in Ayasha’s ebon body. Krystal too felt that same frustration. Bound by the rules of society, and her Dragga’s words, the Ge-Radian simply gave her sister a look of sympathy. They would deffinetly have some sister-sister time together in the near future. To sort out all these feelings, that and there was much she needed to talk to Ayasha about, away from the auds of any other Ge-Radian, especially Draeg’s. But for now the concern was of the here and now. As Draeg spoke to the craeft of Sarnes, her ebon auds caught all of the amber Dragga’s words and Krystal had to take a double take at his lyrics. Did Draeg really consider the possibility that this stranger’s words held any truth to them? All ready the former Zanguzen didn’t like the sound of this meeting. Who was to say that they wouldn’t be waiting for their Dragga with their own hidden in the shadows, waiting for the amber Dragga to come alone, so they could strike him down?
A growl would escape her open midnight maw as a tribute to the distaste Krystal had toward this plan. To one whose lineage tied to a pack, the Zanguzen, who thrived in war and strategy, intelligence and cunning, this meet up was the farthest from a wise decision. The elder council would laugh at such ignorance, but that was beside the point. It was simply too risky for Draeg to trek off into the Vale of Shadows to wait for what could very well be an ambush. As soon as Zukozu was long gone from Ge-Rad’s borders, the bi-colored fae would let Draeg know of her thoughts, regardless if he cared to hear them or not. “I don’t trust her.” Krystal spoke, her comments directed in Draeg’s direction. “Let me escort the Sarnes emissary personally out of Ge-Rad soil. That way at least we can be sure there will be no other surprises this evening.” With that said, her bi-hued eyes found Zukozu’s pools as she gave the trespasser a hard glance, flashing her ivory fangs and pink gums at her in the process. Incisors that gleamed under the light of Tor’s eye, which watched the event, unfold.