these violent delights have violent ends
Delah merely grins a fanged smile. "You lost your opportunity to know the moment you spilled the blood of my kind." Shaking her head, the war chief merely pulls in an amused breath. For her dislike of the Queen, she is a warrior, not a politician. Yet even so, she speaks like one. "You continued to attack the tree before my warriors arrived. My people will defend our woods to the last. Had you wanted a discussion, as I said, the chance for that was before you attacked our home."
What she wants? What she wants is Wessex' head on a pike. What she wants is to crush the un-life from those cold blue eyes. "So long as you are queen, no one from the Hollowed Ground shall be allowed to enter the greatwood. You were not trusted to enter our villages, and by our grace we allowed out to roam our borders. You have broken our laws, Queen Wessex and murdered my people."
Behind her the hum of magical energy rose like a thousand small wings. Were her emotions showing? Let them. She held all the cards after all.
"Never will the ascended be allowed to walk within our Woods again. But if you truly do wish to free your people as you say, then renounce your title, leave here, and never return."
What she wants? What she wants is Wessex' head on a pike. What she wants is to crush the un-life from those cold blue eyes. "So long as you are queen, no one from the Hollowed Ground shall be allowed to enter the greatwood. You were not trusted to enter our villages, and by our grace we allowed out to roam our borders. You have broken our laws, Queen Wessex and murdered my people."
Behind her the hum of magical energy rose like a thousand small wings. Were her emotions showing? Let them. She held all the cards after all.
"Never will the ascended be allowed to walk within our Woods again. But if you truly do wish to free your people as you say, then renounce your title, leave here, and never return."
