we all survive in our own little ways
ft deathbelle
09-12-2019, 05:39 PM
an empress, eh? that was now two women he met with positions of power. Aurielle had, obviously, been the first encounter. she had called herself a Spirit, wherein Deathbelle was more direct. their introductions out of the way, he could only dip his head with some politeness - she was, after all, not his leader - as he began to drag the carcass after her. she claimed it was not a long trek, but one never knew what they meant by 'long'. luckily, his travels kept him in shape. he did not so much as groan and grunt as he continued along. his eyes strayed from her back to the surrounding area. he was more or less trusting this stranger to fight off any predators who happened to smell the pronghorn. after a great pace was made, he allowed Deathbelle to go ahead as he stopped to take a break. Hemlock didn't know what to ask her or allow for conversation. her company was enough to the rogue but she did seem nervous and... was it his imagination, upset? it was not his business, and he kept his nose out of it. unless she started that conversation, he would remain civil and polite. respectful of their boundaries. "before we continue" he spoke, at last, attempting to get back to the point of why he was even here "have you seen an ivory female with lavender stripes? my sister" Hemlock added before Deathbelle could ask who it was "was last seen here, in this realm." and then the trail went cold as if hell itself froze over. |
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