Temptations of Fate
03-11-2014, 06:39 PM
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Aislin had yet to see Sin since the day he offered her royalty, in which she expected to still be standing. When something big like that comes down, she was the type to hold the person to it, otherwise, there was just no way they came away unscathed. Aislin had a hidden anger when it came to breaking agreements, though at least she would have a pack so it wouldn't have been a total loss. Still, Aislin would make him give her something for her time.
A howl was heard on the horizon and Aislin knew it was Sin calling. Finally - the man was stepping up to the plate. Turning from her southernly direction where she was exploring, Aislin went westernly towards where the white demon strode. Aislins paws struck the earth as she commanded her legs into a full run and she moved forward in one swift motion after another, lungs sucking in air like she couldn't live without it so that her blood could keep her legs moving. The heart within her chest barely pounded with fatigue as Aislin worked her body to the speed she was known for.
After what seemed like an hour or more, which it was only a quarter that, Aislin came upon the white and crimson form of Sin, the wolf with a name that fit the demon perfectly it seemed. Breaths were quick and forceful as her heart worked to regain its control. Aislin had put the weight back on that she needed to finally due to some abandoned caches and scavenging she went around, though with her fur it was hard to tell if she had lost any weight at all to begin with. As a smirk slipped onto her black lips, Aislin dipped her head low and walked towards Sin, happy to at least see the bastard before things got interesting.
"So, you call our followers forth to begin the reign of terror?"
Aislin inquired, automatically assuming she was queen, but that was like her to do so. If he wished her queen then he would have her queen. However, so long as she got to run she could care less. That was what made her most happy. Sliding her head under his chin, she went to stroke from the right side of his throat to the left shoulder all in one foul swoop before coming to a halt after turning right to face his left side head on. Aislin kept the smirk on her lips as she eyed her king, wondering what he would do next.
Aislin had yet to see Sin since the day he offered her royalty, in which she expected to still be standing. When something big like that comes down, she was the type to hold the person to it, otherwise, there was just no way they came away unscathed. Aislin had a hidden anger when it came to breaking agreements, though at least she would have a pack so it wouldn't have been a total loss. Still, Aislin would make him give her something for her time.
A howl was heard on the horizon and Aislin knew it was Sin calling. Finally - the man was stepping up to the plate. Turning from her southernly direction where she was exploring, Aislin went westernly towards where the white demon strode. Aislins paws struck the earth as she commanded her legs into a full run and she moved forward in one swift motion after another, lungs sucking in air like she couldn't live without it so that her blood could keep her legs moving. The heart within her chest barely pounded with fatigue as Aislin worked her body to the speed she was known for.
After what seemed like an hour or more, which it was only a quarter that, Aislin came upon the white and crimson form of Sin, the wolf with a name that fit the demon perfectly it seemed. Breaths were quick and forceful as her heart worked to regain its control. Aislin had put the weight back on that she needed to finally due to some abandoned caches and scavenging she went around, though with her fur it was hard to tell if she had lost any weight at all to begin with. As a smirk slipped onto her black lips, Aislin dipped her head low and walked towards Sin, happy to at least see the bastard before things got interesting.
"So, you call our followers forth to begin the reign of terror?"
Aislin inquired, automatically assuming she was queen, but that was like her to do so. If he wished her queen then he would have her queen. However, so long as she got to run she could care less. That was what made her most happy. Sliding her head under his chin, she went to stroke from the right side of his throat to the left shoulder all in one foul swoop before coming to a halt after turning right to face his left side head on. Aislin kept the smirk on her lips as she eyed her king, wondering what he would do next.