Fermented Fruit
Asvor
08-13-2019, 07:06 AM
The way the rancid fruit burned on the way down was weirdly comforting, in all its familiarity. She didn't share the disgusted look Tsarvix wore, instead letting that vaguely unsettling grin she wore continue to pull at her lips. "The Risen Empire, hmm?" She regarded him curiously as he offered that small bit of information. She knew precisely the sort of pack that Legion was, and had meant to be.. maybe it was time she started to do some digging of her own on the packs that coexisted alongside them. Maybe she'd been sitting idly by the wayside for too long... "Asvor Finnvi, of Legion," she returned the formality, deciding to finally cave and give the stranger her name. She was supposed to be bringing glory to the Finnvi name, after all.. and she definitely wanted Tsarvix to have someone to thank for what he was about to experience. She'd never met a wolf who tried getting intoxicated and didn't want to do it again, at least once. Already the pleasant warmth was beginning to wash over her... or maybe it was just the pleasant warmth of the day. Either way, she wasn't about to complain. "You come this way often, or is today an exception?" |
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