Troublemaker
06-17-2013, 07:55 PM
Azalea made it to the border of Valhalla, acting sneaky and generally suspicious. She was in a wonderful mood considering she had managed to get Sarak to come with her. There may have been a little force involved but regardless he was here and if anyone asked, she was completely innocent. The freshly titled Heir got the impression that Sarak didn't get out of Valhalla much. So she was changing that, in the sliest way possible. Lurking about and playing it out like they had to be extra sneaky or else they might get in big trouble. Of course, just because she played one way didn't mean he was following. She only looking back now and then long enough to make sure he was following. "Stop! Shh." Her eyes darted about, body lowering to the ground. The coast was clear. She looked over her shoulder, not actually catching sight of Sarak but knowing he was there, "Run!" She darted across the well worn path that ran perpendicular to her own trail. Freedom. They had made it. The pair trekked into the unknown, nothing slowing Azalea down as she kept her lead with a tail held high. Keeping them at a brisk pace of swift trotting and an easy lope, they found their way into a valley. She believed it was known as Emerald Valley, though right now it was more like Snow Valley. Thankfully the thick trees created a canopy making the snow below them just a light dusting. Her breath perspired in the air before her. By the time she stopped her breath came in brisk puffs. "Phew. What a haul! Geez, Sarak, why didn't you tell me to stop?" She teased, plopping to her belly in a Superman position. Her tail wagged lazily and her eyes watched Sarak, chin rested on her left leg. Speech, |
