ABHORRENCE
10-16-2013, 10:21 PM
Glaciem had been her home now for a while, a place where she generally could feel safe and practice her art and actually help others. She had made a good friend in Argent, the over-seer and had helped her friend deliver a healthy bunch of pups. She truly had no place to complain about her Glaciem life, but she felt... so displaced. As if she didn't belong. She watched the alabaster brute for a reaction to her home, she had heard many rumors about others views of her pack, as a brothel, as viewing the women as merely a bunch of whores. The question he asked wasn't unexpected, and a guarded look crept onto her jaws as she answered him. "Unless given permission by the king himself, Isardis is the only one allowed to claim the heat of the females." Her response was softly spoken, and her ears pricked with interest as he spoke of his rank in Tortuga. "Beta? That's an impressive rank, Seraphim." She spoke softly, her expression sincere and warm. "What's your home like?" She asked casually, wanting to take the attention off her place in Glaciem, while she was feeling so unsure of her home. Speech, |
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