The Wicked World We Left
07-04-2020, 08:02 AM
So lost in her blank thoughts, her insides would startle to the voice of another but physically she would just come to a halt with a bit of a turn in her neck to face the man. Her nose twitched to his stench, face flat to his appearance. It had been long since she had seen him or any of Tyranis' band. Honestly she couldn't even remember his name and she didn't care much to. There was a point in time where she trusted him to protect her pack, and she wouldn't say she could go back on here feelings then or now but she wanted little to nothing to do with anyone who found themselves beside him. "It's been some time." She responded quietly before turning her head away and moving forward in the direction she was originally going. "I don't suppose you followed me down here." There was a small bit of sarcasm in her voice, but none the less it was obvious she wasn't pleased with his presence. A bit sour for her own well-illed nature. She showed no fear to him or his stature, and she honestly didn't think he would do anything to hurt her anyway. She believed Tyranis was long gone, she wasn't requested to be with him anymore, or even ever she thought. |
Aranea has a british accent. Threads can produce a Depression Trigger.  Scent: Lavender Alignment: Neutral Good Season: Summer Height: 26 inches Home: Somnium - Dead |