It had been far too long since the female last walked in these lands. There had been a visit, yes, but it was short lived as Arisu sought to continue her journey for power elsewhere. Yet, try as she might, it always seemed to lead her back to this damn place. Alacritia. The word felt dirty in her mind. The place she was born, the place she was disowned... Oh how many memories lay here. The female would dig her claws into the dried ground, letting a low growl rumble in her chest.
Yes. She was back. But this place did not feel like a home. Arisu doubted that it ever would. Though perhaps things might... Surprise her. The winds would pick up around her body, blowing up a bit of dust from the barren land. The Sycari Strip... She would pass through this lifeless place. And damned by whatever strangers she met with. Arisu was not here looking for friends.
Silently the blood colored vixen glides across the cracked earth, her sisters perfume teasing her senses. Arisus scent has been void until now, and she feels that fate has carried it on the breeze for her to follow. Although she should be continuing her search for Marco her curiosity pulls her elsewhere. Many seasons have passed since she's seen any of her siblings. She couldn't pass up this opportunity.
She doesn't slow her pace until Arisus scent is so strong she can almost taste her. Loping a few more yards her ruby eyes thoroughly scan her barren surroundings. It seems like she is the only soul out here until suddenly a burgundy figure appears along the horizon, and there is no doubt in her mind as she slows to stop. It is Arisu. Her lips crack into a faint smirk, her posture straightening as she stands tall. Tossing her head back she howls harmoniously for her sisters attention, knowing she couldn't miss her presence now.
