seven ate nine
02-02-2014, 01:38 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-02-2014, 01:51 PM by Dægmar.)
Poison dripping off my fangs... D?gmar's brow raised at the smirk the ebony femme wore when she turned to face her. Oh, had she missed a joke or did the other sense some irony of their meeting as well for reasons that D?gmar did not yet know. She found the meeting quaint as she had turned from Glaciem. She had to admit she was curious on what she might have missed out on. Though that didn't mean she regretted her decision. If forced to bear a litter D?gmar would have slain the pups and most likely been slain in turn. But it did seem that Glaciem was faring better, full of ambition and gusto. "Yes, I am quite pestered with racing thoughts, yet I shall survive, yes?" The other femme's lavender eyes met her green ones. She was gorgeous and mysterious and D?gmar did ever so wonder what was occupying that sleek mind of hers. "I imagine so. I would give my right leg for racing thoughts? mine trudge about like lost slugs. Lacking direction and power." She grinned softly as a sigh slipped from her lips. "But then, fortune's winds are always shifting." The mysterious fae asked for her name and she obliged. "I am D?gmar Thyre... of Amenti. Possibly." She left out a laugh. What did she care for protecting this pack anyway? She owed Syrinx no favors. "But what of you? Will you grace my ears with your name?" |
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