to what do we owe | walking corpse

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The poor thing had wondered quite far from home, hadn't  she? The undead lioness felt stifled there, alarmingly so. She needed to find food as well but she couldn't just snack on other members. Well, she could but she was sure that her dear brother would have a problem with that. After all he was making the Coalition soft now. Neutralizing them into a whisper of what they once was. A pity. It still irritated her, she wanted her throne back but it was not meant to be. It was not in the cards, in her fate. So now she was here to linger within the desert and it's heated sands. Slowly her lipless mouth parted, sharp teeth exposed to the world as she thought of her surroundings. She had been here before but nothing had come of it. She had thought very little of the Ardent that had been in power then. But what did that matter now? She was just so hungry. Her stomach twisting and rolling. Calling for the taste of flesh.

Paws brushed against sand as she made her way along the acrid area, eyes searching and looking up to the clouds. Drool dripped from her muzzle and light pink eyes became deepened in color, saturated as the whites of her eyes turned completely black. Horned skull dipped low as she sniffed and she continued forward with one thought in mind. She would ravage and eat. Fill her stomach with the gift if food even as skin rotted and showed ribs and moving organs.

[member=3123]vale[/member]