SKYWARD

The man would rise from his seat and mimic Isardis' at an equal stride and cadence as he approached. His body interjecting between the pair and the edge of his kinky pelt intertwining with that of the Sol's, each of their breaths intertwining in the winter air and his the hottest among them. The man believed it would do good to set a certain understanding unto Isardis regarding his alliance with the Sol. She was an ally. And perhaps in time a friend. But Jupiter and Ludicael were never to be a possession and as he stepped forward to muddy the intimacy Isardis sought, the gesture would likely be the first among many to set this understanding in stone.



Deteste would watch Isardis, mirroring his expression of curiosity as his words settled into the cold air between them. Yes my Lord, and I have doubts of my own. Nonetheless my conquest is personal. It shall be achieved. I acquire knowledge that may make my intentions more appealing to you. Perhaps we will discuss this at a later date. For now I celebrate such a promising alliance between such promising characters. A smile would tauten his lips as he turned to face the Sol.