Silvia
Within fifteen minutes, every creature that now occupies Matt's previous pack grounds, as well as the housing units between that territory and this one, were all present and ready to fight. The determination on their face, along with their body language, spoke volumes. These creatures were here to fight and were ready to give their lives if need be.
The drow and the elves, all had donned their armor and weapons. The queen and her kinsmen had returned with their dragons and now hovered in the air overhead as we wait for the rogues to reach us. For the most part, there was an uncomfortable silence that was only broken by the occasional sound of rustling as someone moved, or the grunts and growls from impatient creatures who were ready for this battle to get underway.
Queen Violet's armor was crafted out of gold and contained jewels as well as intricate carvings along the breastplate and torso areas. Her headdress was a crown with jewels and gold chainmail that came down to cover the back of her head and neck. The queen also carried a bow and quiver. The armor of her kinsmen was a sliver hue, though looked just as sturdy as that of their queen. Their helmets covered most of their heads, except for their faces and chins.
One elf carried a staff with a white gem attached to the top, while the other, like the Queen, carried a bow and quiver. They sat confidently astride their dragons as if they were born on their backs, their spines straight as an arrow as they looked straight ahead. The dragons themselves were of different colors, the queen's was blue, the other was green and the last was red. The dragons also wore armor of gold with drawings of dragons in battle.
The drow always dressed in dark clothing all the time and it seems their armor was also dark in color, as were their weapons. Many carried swords of various sizes, some carried bows while others had a staff, as well as dark medallions. The prince had strapped two swords to his back and his armor had what looked to be, small compartments that appeared to have knife handles, or thin shafts of some sort, protruding from them.
As for the wizard, I was amazed when I saw him. Though he still looked like a thirty-something man, he was now clothed in a white, full-length robe with intricate designs of planets and some other designs I can't describe. He also wore a white, pointy hat and there was a medallion with a purple stone set into it that hung from a gold chain around his neck. The staff Kavarr held, looked like it had been made of gnarled wood and contained a purple stone on top.
Silver was dressed in a deep, red dress that came below her knees, a matching hat that was cocked to one side, and black mid-calf boots. She held a book in one hand and some type of crystal in the other. She still wore the star that hung from her neck, it caught the rays of the sun and glistened. She had a confident look on her face, though her eyes were another story.
Filimore had a bow and quiver strapped to his back and wore body armor over his black t-shirt and more armor strapped over his legs. A red stone hung suspended from a silver chain he wore around his neck. Much like a boxer does before a fight, his head moved from side to side while he stretched his arm in a way that looked like he was hugging himself.
Kimie was dressed in a black bikini top, that had silver chains connecting it to the black skirt that came to mid-thigh she wore. She too, carried a book, a pouch that hung off the belt of the skirt, and black leather boots that came up to her knees. She was also carrying the staff she'd had in hand when she arrived here. By the look on her face, I could tell she was nervous and worried. She kept looking at her grandfather who would smile at her with confidence and nod.
King Stravos stood with many of his clansmen, who'd arrived in small groups since the Federation had started calling in allies. By my last count, there were over three hundred of them. Not a single one of them wore armor, though they were all dressed in black leather, right down to their feet. Some carried weapons, while others chose to use their hands and claws.
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Secrets Of The Past
Werewolf*Book One Of The Federation Series* Silvia Eastman was only five when her parents were murdered in front of her by a pack of infamous rogues. The emotional stress of the trauma caused her to shift into her wolf and she tore one of the rogues apart...