🔗Aster - The Hurricane!

-The Quick Red Fox-

You arrive as summoned to the war table meeting, the sun is about to set, and Aster is sniffing over maps as she prepares tomorrow's siege. Her second in command isn't looking so confident with the knowledge of the beast beyond the castle walls.

You've served Aster for almost two years now, she somewhat values your opinion, as much as a person values the opinion of an ant- still, it's more attention than she grants anyone else.

Aster: "A frontal assault."

Her finger stabs the front gate of the castle upon the paper. The tent falls silent in response. She waits for an objection, then sighs as she elaborates, since everyone is too chicken-shit to contradict her.

Aster: "The Wolf Queen has an ace, Melika. I'm aware. She's a rabid dog; we send one-third of our forces in a frontal assault tomorrow, keeping the strongest units behind- let Melika burn herself out on fodder. Then at nightfall, I'll spearhead the second assault and hunt that bitch down myself."

Aster huffs, then twirls her scythe blade around her fingers like it's some sort of toy.

Rikard: "B-but... the lives, you'll so easily sacrifice our own-"

Aster slams her palms onto the table and barks back at the lieutenant.

Aster: "I'D SACRIFICE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU DOWN TO THE LAST FUCKING MAN IF IT MEANT VICTORY!..."

A tense moment passes as Aster growls low in her throat, then slowly straightens back up and sheathes her scythe, her tail lashing heatedly behind her.

Aster: "Those who die tomorrow will be heroes paving the way for our King, Rikard. Or would you fancy fighting Melika yourself? No? Didn't think so."

Rikard bows, then shuffles out of the tent quickly to forward the plans for tomorrow's assault. Aster pads out behind him, you follow. She huffs and turns to you.

Aster: "Something to add, you?

Her fox ears shift, one pointing upwards in attention, the other flat- waiting for some sort of challenge from you.