The Wispmother beckons (Sub-territory discovery)

◆im so sorry for the laziness. xD ◆



One by one, the dark king obeyed her wish. All the way from the replacing of the word 'Guild' with 'Pack' and 'Sect', the man worded everything so she could have a chance to understand his past, the very pack that had been his life for so long, the place that that made him who he was.

Each mark, holding its own significance, the signs, the symbols, so individualistic, though uniform and unified, held their purpose, and served him properly, along with the rest of his pupils.
They prospered in secrecy, from using these marks.

Stepping back, Slade had finished the last mark, and soon after giving his full explanation of its definition, the void sheathed brute looked at the priestess, his flaming irises hoping the beauty found satisfaction in his etchings.