Erickan wrote:Hathradic States wrote:"I love you too, Ericka," Hath said, his lips parting into a slight smile.
The edges of hers curled upwards into a smile of her own. Just as this was happening, a large black cat came sauntering in and lazily made it's way to her, stopping just out of the Empress' reach. "Loki," she said lovingly, "Come here." The cat's ears twitched forward in recognition of his name, but he made no move except to clean his paw. Ericka drummed her fingers on her leg, and called him once more, and this time, he approached and rubbed against her hand. A low, rumbling purr came from him.
Just as that was happening, the door to Hath and Ericka's chambers slammed open, and Hath's sixteen year old son stormed in.
"Father," he said, his voice not quite as deep as it would be when he would be older, but none the less dripping with anger, "we have a problem."
"How big of one, Vlad?" Hath asked, his voice flat and dry.
"Twelve dead, fifty-seven wounded, and three panzers damaged big," Vladimir said, his dark hair covering his red eyes, "And it wasn't Khanese."