AFTERMATH
12-17-2013, 06:46 PM
The daughter of her father, and ever loyal to his wishes; and yet for as long as the peculiar babe stood upon the grounds of Deteste she would follow his desires and wishes as religiously as she would have her past superiors. Unsure of the morals he held, Satis would adjust her current natures to suit his own, an ever flexible woman willing to yield to the requests of her master no matter how greatly he may vary from Isardis. The duo were opposites, and no less; where coral would gape with sinister plans, cerulean wisdom had taken place, pallid curls replaced by scathed ebony, weathered and worn. She would succumb to his call, golden bands flashing beneath marked bodice as the peculiarity would seek the glimmering crown of her new leader; worn nails clicking over hardened stone, golden gaze so fixated upon his royal existence, appreciating all she would stand to serve for. With a graceful pause she would cease a safe and respectful distance from himself, elbows shifting to lower her chest into submission, muzzle tipped downwards as ears would flatten, coat pulled back against her compact skeleton, ?Satis, my liege,? she presumed he had been expecting her. |