OLD AMENTI
11-03-2013, 11:45 PM
A call rang out from a familiar man, and the heartbroken shadow wandered in that general direction. Now that her beloved was dead, she had no purpose anywhere, and there would never be love for her. Might as well investigate why the albino monster required her and her former sisters of Amenti. Her short legs and tea cupped paws carried her onto the battlefield quicker than she would have liked to appear, and her exotic eyes found the beast in question. "Isardis." She murmured, her voice betraying no emotion. Outwardly, no one could tell she had been hurt by the suicide of her lover, they could only see a cold, emotionless mask and a distaste for whomever made eye contact. She had decided, she would not love another ever again, that she would not fall for the best of hearts, the most amazing of bodies, or even the man of her dreams. Now, she was just a pretty face, scarred by the war, scarred by her past, and never to truly smile again. Fuck the world, all you really needed is sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Just have fun, until you kick the bucket. The obsidian bitch approached the rosy fleshed man, looking up at him over her nose, her eyes slightly lidded, and looked him over. I can see why he has such a large brood in his pack. She thought to herself, her lips slightly curving to reveal bright pearl razors. Oh such a tease she was, but she couldn't help it. Though she knew he had a woman of his own, and a plethora of bitches to sate his needs. How could it hurt though, she wouldn't fight for him if the opportunity arose, she simply thought he would be a little fun. Sauntering away, she sat down and waited, since she knew others would come at this one's call. Speech, |