Once again, I say amen
03-06-2016, 05:17 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-06-2016, 05:35 PM by Ren.)
Irie was... sad. Where were her brothers? her sisters? they had disappeared, both blood and not. She missed them, most of all her sister Lyre. Two of the Diamachi joined Mithras, something that Irie couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with, but they were the only ones she knew of still being in Alacritia. She found herself once again wandering, but she longed for company, for companionship; she did not want to wander alone any longer. Still.. the place she was in was stunning. she had been there before, but had never really looked into it, never really examined it beyond the superficial beauty. Now she peered at each bone, noting how each bone had different characteristics, different flaws. It was fascinating to the older wolf. A flash of red, though, would distract her from her examinations, and her head rose to glance around... seeing a familiar form. Gwenaël. He had roses draped across his shoulders, interlocked and tied; why? Curiosity flickered in her eyes. "Gwenaël," she called, her voice welcoming and warm. "Our paths appear to cross once more. How are you?" she questioned, approaching steadily. |
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