Golden Glade Territorial Pissings (All of Your Base are Belong to Us)

Emory cursed everyone who's minds fell to fight, how daft could they be? When has violence ever solved anything? Hardly ever. At this point, everything seemed to just be another reality, after all her losses, this was the final thing. She was no longer angry, she was no longer sad, it was over. A sudden snap, and she was numb. Emory glanced at Reek, still surprised he would strip her home away. Her eyes landed back on Shalon, who was pushed onto the ground by Jhala, the charcoal male now hovering over her. She stepped directly in front of him, not wanting her Queen to say the wrong thing. "Shalon, it's our only choice." She insisted.


If Reek did happen to attack her, she wasn't sure exactly what she'd do. Perhaps her only choice would be to do the same to him. The mere idea was horrible, but she felt betrayed, and if it came down too would be forced to attack him if any other violence occurred.