Down to the river

Akira · (This post was last modified: May 19, 2019, 08:40 PM by Akira.)

It is already too late to swim when the water reaches your lips.

Akira watched the woman, noting with subtle measures of searching that the woman was not exactly concubine nor consort material- there was nothing particularly eye-catching about her. She was clearly not fit to be a challenge to her reign, and in that aspect, Akira denied herself the trouble of training her in the arts of gentle and homing mannerisms. Her humility however was also needing education it seemed, as she spoke with some chaste way that seemingly all but Posie held in these foreign lands. Well, besides Posie and seemingly Ford.
Her heart panged momentarily before her law set it aside to stick to this situation.

"I see this bay requires stronger wolves, warriors, and those who's heart will not fail in battle regardless of who tends to head it. This bay needs those who abide by duty, unflinching, and willing to put their lives on the line for the good of this pack."

Her gaze narrowed as she took in Radar within a highly judgemental scrutiny. Sapphires awashed the hybrid in a view that would either hold her there, or scare her off.

"Are you willing to sacrifice yourself to the seas of this torn land? To rise and become something worth remembering? Or will you run, and catch the same fate as all other weak whelps?" Akira would not allow temporary stays. Once Radar joined, there was no turning back. And desertion was punishable by death in her world.

Not all birds have been taught to fly. Some simply fall until they either learn, or perish.