Fruition of dominion

As Absinth and Aresenn arrived into the wintry vastness of the north,the sight of the familiar valley as far as they could see was a welcome one. It had been far too long. Who wouldn’t miss the place crawling with polar bears? Oh the bloodshed, and the memories. Walking alongside her fiery brute, Absinth's ears perked at the call of Sephiran, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she shared a knowing glance with Aresenn before they hurried off.

Approaching the gathering of their newfound pack, Absinth trailed Aresenn's lead until her gaze landed upon the familiar figures of Elysia and Yarrabelle, her favorite wicked women. Sending each of them a personalized smirk, Absinth's attention then shifted to Rhazien, eliciting a disdainful sneer from her lips. Buzzkill. That face. With a flick of her tail, she made her way to join Aresenn in his secluded corner of restraint, a silent acknowledgment of her intention to avoid stirring up any trouble. Nestling into the space away from the main group before the meeting commenced, Absinth watched on with a delighted expression on her face.

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