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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Nov 30, 2012 20:47:50 GMT -5
Stygg thought on Severus’s suggestion for longer than a standard moment, would her father concede to her request and give up the throne so easily. She doubted it yet hoped there was least a fragment of possibility, she and her father never saw eye to eye but disposing of him would never sit well with her.
“I’ll return, but I can’t guarantee he’ll relinquish the throne no matter the threat. He’s as stubborn and pig headed as he is plump. I’m sure you’ll know if it’s successful or not when you reach the Royal Rocks.” Believing they were done here, Stygg turned to leave. “I’m taking my team back, have fun with the Hollow.”
Stygg slammed the hatch open to find her team huddled around it trying to listen in. The immediately snapped to attention. “Ma’am! Orders?” Stygg was silent for a brief second, glancing to each member of her team. “We’re heading out. Assemble the rest, head back to the ships for debrief.”
The team shifted awkwardly, the recent altercation boiling uncertainty. “Ma’am, our destination?”
Stygg marched past her team, attention focused down the hall. Each step on the cold steel deck shot the sting of rebellion into her paws and claws. Her mind awash with the thoughts of what was to come – could she go through with it when it came down to the wire. She paused, looking to her obsidian claws, a flashing figment of a what could be shot across her eyes – her father’s throat ripped to threads, his blood on her claws. She shook the thoughts away and cleared her throat. “Royal Rocks.”
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