Gone
01-12-2014, 08:40 PM
"I am not Isardis." Azalea knew that didn't she? Right now she wasn't sure with how cozy her friend was getting with the enemy. Yet Azalea knew very well how foolish she was being to suggest that Liberty was going rogue. Clearly she wasn't. "I'm still Liberty Sovari, don't forget that." "Cows are very sexy, in fact, looking like one is the newest trend. The pink trend just went out of fashion." Azalea still couldn't find the cow joke funny but still she had to brighten a bit at the pink note. Yes, pink wolves were very much out of style. "I couldn't come back even if I wanted to, Azalea. I'm too deep in to leave, my grave has already been dug." She sighed, a huff of a noise. At least Liberty saw it for what it was. If Isardis discovered they had been talking, who knew what he might do. If she ever decided to leave... blood would be involved. "I won't breathe a word. I already planned on washing your scent off me in the river, along with catching another snack to splash the blood on me. I don't want him knowing I ever saw you." Her friend seemed warmed to hear of the puppies, growing healthy and strong. 'I want to meet them. I don't know when or how we will plan it, but I do." Azalea nodded, not saying anything. Of course Liberty was still her friend, of course Azalea was being difficult. She was easing now, letting her worries slide as she remembered what it was like to be around a good friend. "What are their names?" It was clear that Liberty wanted to hold up the conversation while she could and Azalea smiled lightly now. "Soren and Kismet. Soren is half black and half white, well not entirely black, the color of Isardis's son, Taurig. And then Kismet is a tan and white, his face is colored just like mine and then opposite paws." |
