The Inquisitor
Mireia, Sephiran
05-17-2024, 10:46 PM
Mireia followed along in Azreal's footsteps, prancing lightly in the gap in the snow his large frame created for her. Of all the places his search would lead them, did it have to be the frigid north? There were numerous–countless even–lovely, temperate, regions on this continent and it's southern counterpart, but noooo, they just had to come up to the heavy snows of the north! And what was worse it looked like what he had been searching for so throughly was indeed right here in this frigid temperatures. Just her luck... She glanced across the snow at the strewn bones and corpses with a raised brow. How delightful...
She had slowed her steps a bit as she took in her surroundings, not realizing she was falling behind until he told her to come along with his sing-song sort of way of speaking. "¡Ya voy, mi querido bastardo!" she sang back to him in response with a chuckle before bounding to make up ground until she was following along at his heels once more. Eventually they seemed to reach the edge of this claimed land and Azreal let out a call for the leader of this merry band. Internally she groaned at the fact that this meant she'd be living here, but she supposed this was a small price to pay for him ending Vaso's miserable existence.
She stepped to the side so that she could see past him, but still stayed behind him all the same. As much as she tested her limits and pushed his buttons whenever she got the chance there were some things that were simply ingrained into her from her life as a slave. She met his gaze as he looked back at her with his not so subtle threats, a slight smirk pulling at her lips when he instructed her to not be a brat to their new Sultan. "I'll be on my best behavior," she promised with a purr to her voice. She was interested to see what kind of brute could hold sway and lordship over a male like Azreal so with her own curiosity she waited, peering across the northern land ahead of them.
"Mireia"
She had slowed her steps a bit as she took in her surroundings, not realizing she was falling behind until he told her to come along with his sing-song sort of way of speaking. "¡Ya voy, mi querido bastardo!" she sang back to him in response with a chuckle before bounding to make up ground until she was following along at his heels once more. Eventually they seemed to reach the edge of this claimed land and Azreal let out a call for the leader of this merry band. Internally she groaned at the fact that this meant she'd be living here, but she supposed this was a small price to pay for him ending Vaso's miserable existence.
She stepped to the side so that she could see past him, but still stayed behind him all the same. As much as she tested her limits and pushed his buttons whenever she got the chance there were some things that were simply ingrained into her from her life as a slave. She met his gaze as he looked back at her with his not so subtle threats, a slight smirk pulling at her lips when he instructed her to not be a brat to their new Sultan. "I'll be on my best behavior," she promised with a purr to her voice. She was interested to see what kind of brute could hold sway and lordship over a male like Azreal so with her own curiosity she waited, peering across the northern land ahead of them.
