Redtail Rise the colloquy of monos and una

a younger Avicus wouldn't have hesitated to rip the girl's throat out. let her legacy be damned, all for the sake of immediate vengeance and the taste of hot blood in her mouth.

she'd created a monster in her own image, though—a monster tempered by forces less volatile than Merrick and Astara.

Lilia must relent, go, or die.

she rears up and aims to seize the bridge of that dark muzzle in her teeth, to clamp down just hard enough to be effective, to shut her up.

thunder's roaring in her ears; her heartbeat hammers like a war-drum. Lilia's challenge has at least one benefit—it stokes the fire within her, dampened for so long by the apathy and entropy of recent months.

she feels like herself again.

and what of Augur? she flicks her auburn tail in her direction—take a side! her side, if he wanted himself and his family to remain in power—or here at all.

oh, her father's laughter rattles against the walls of her skull—