We Make The Rules

Albion ignored any indication that he had startled her, that was far from his intention anyway. Fiameta had proved herself a strong individual and Albi had no desire to undermine that fact. He had no idea what she had been through either, though he could guess that something had happened to her in recent memory. The liquor was what gave him that clue, but unless she told him outright Albion had no idea.

What he would focus on was the way he made her grin as he approached. She let out a small chuckle as she mentioned him returning for more. He had to admit that she had left him wanting the last time they had been together. "I could be.” He answered cryptically. She invited him closer, patting the ground beside her as she admitted to enjoying his company at the very least.

He raised his eyebrows, curious if she would leave him once again, but accepted her invitation. He sauntered closer, reclining onto his striped haunches beside her. "What brings you all the way out here?” He questioned. Albion was in search of his dam, who he would hopefully find safe and sound. She had been missing for a while now. What was she doing so far from Elysium?


"Albion Klein"