Tickle Me Pretty
01-11-2014, 12:26 AM
Fugue continued staring at the dame, his golden orbs filled with something that he wasn't entirely sure how to explain. To be a part of a pack...it was something that had crossed his mind more than once since his entrance into Alacritis.
He had chosen not to join a pack because he had realized that with his unpredictable behaviors came the inability to mold well with the authority of another. He also realized that he didn't want to be a part of something so weak to be torn apart in an instant like his firat pack had been. But this dame....she could be great. She could be a strong and fierce leader worth fighting beside.
"Your plot....to rule? And what part may I have in this plot princess?" He was curious what she may have in mind for him, for he knew exactly where he would have liked to be in such a situation.
He had chosen not to join a pack because he had realized that with his unpredictable behaviors came the inability to mold well with the authority of another. He also realized that he didn't want to be a part of something so weak to be torn apart in an instant like his firat pack had been. But this dame....she could be great. She could be a strong and fierce leader worth fighting beside.
"Your plot....to rule? And what part may I have in this plot princess?" He was curious what she may have in mind for him, for he knew exactly where he would have liked to be in such a situation.