We Make The Rules

The Klein prince had to admit that he was thankful for the friendly face he’d found all the way out here. He had gone on the mission alone, one he was doing for both his sister Scylla and their father. Who he hadn’t spoken to in far too long. After they split apart from Elysium he hadn’t returned to visit. He’d been too busy helping his sister and now searching for his dear mother. Who he had been losing hope about finding, but surely she was out here somewhere. Those heavy thoughts were impossible to dwell on when he was with Fia.

She reacted softly to his words, a soft ‘oh’ before mentioning that she would have done the exact same thing had her mother gone missing. Albion nodded, again they were more similar than different.

Fiametta spoke again, breaking up her words as her paw trailed up his body and her chest shifted against his shoulder. He subtly leaned in closer against her, enjoying the feeling of her warmth so close to him. She tickled his pale ear with her breath as she asked if he’d enjoy her company on such a journey and his maw split with a grin.

Albion shifted slightly as she mentioned their solitude on the beach, aiming to wrap his arm around her own, bringing them even closer. "We are alone, I would most certainly enjoy your company.” He paused, taking a chance at caressing her cheek with his pale muzzle. "Now and on the journey to come.”

"Albion Klein"