Cruelty
Faellie watched as the red and blue dragons took off, soaring into the perfect sky. She hated them so much. First, they took her dragon and turned him against her. Now, they were leaving her to be punished by Galbatorix. She couldn't let them get away, the oath still drove her to capture them, but it was now more than that. She genuinely wanted to get revenge. Somewhere in her heart she knew that revenge wouldn't make things better or make her happier, but that voice was stifled by pure anger.
Eventually, she managed to get out of the Raz'ac's lair. Snarling she called her wolves too her. They answered in kind, and came to her. The wolves that came were mostly Shrrg. Their pearly fangs shone, and they were ready to kill. Killing was the one that they wanted to do, they had been bred, and trained to kill. These were her Vrenshrrgn, her war wolves.
Vrenshrrgn on to the Varden, on to the war.
Death and void engulf our enemies, forevermore!
Death is our calling, death is our crime.
From now until the end of time!
Author's note: Apparently, there hasn't been enough action so I'll try to add some soon! Please review!