You Can Try To Forget Me
02-14-2015, 11:02 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-14-2015, 10:50 PM by Sigmarr.)
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02-14-2015, 11:05 AM
Aerndís strolled through the mist as though it were a fine summer's day… which it nearly was. She loved watching lesser creatures scatter before her as they realized this beast could smell them. Her jaws lathered with saliva and hunger. What should she prey on today? Aern froze, gracefully coming to a stop as she sensed another prescence… well, well, well… what had we here? Lavender gaze lingered on the dim outline of a large wolf, male she was certain and as she crept closer, hidden in the brush, she noticed it was Sigmarr. The gladiatrix quickly stifled a growl. The dam traitor! She had been his master for quite some time after the slave traders dropped him at her feet. They'd been sent to Alacritis on a mission to re-capture the boys sister. Her husband still had quite a price out for the girl…. and there was probably a price for the boy as well.
She rolled her shoulders, stretching lightly as she pondered what to do with him. Perhaps Cataleya would like a few new warriors to add to the ranks? Stepping out in front of him she snarled with a grin on her face. "Sigmarr, baby doll… how's it going? You see that sister of yours lately? I haven't completely given up the search you know."
"Speech"
02-14-2015, 10:51 PM
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02-14-2015, 10:54 PM
Aerndís chuckled, purring with pleasure as she saw the fear in his eyes. She began to circle him, playing, teasing. "Wanna bet? You are speaking to the new Marquis of Arcanum, a pack full of warriors… you better behave if you don't want to be torn to shreds." Oh, so many options…. what to do, what to do… either way Aern figured she have a litle fun. "You know, you could join us. The Tsanka wouldn't dare come after you or your sister again, not against the might of Arcanum." She spoke her words carefully, laying them like rose petals his feet, carefully hiding the thorns.
"Speech"
02-14-2015, 10:56 PM
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02-14-2015, 10:59 PM
Checkmate. She had him beaten, she knew it the moment he took in her scent, testing her words. The gladiatrix frowned as the young man declined her offer but she'd only half expected him to actually accept it. He really should've been more grateful to her. After all, it was due in large part to her personal training that he was any good at all in the arts of battle. "Ohhhh but I like this…. seeing you squirm and writhe…. I'd love to see you bleed again but I'm on the way to see my precious baby sister. I'm sure you'll forgive me for ending our conversation. It will continue at a later time, if the fates allow. Good day to you, my darling Sigmarr."
"Speech"