Prodigal Sister
06-14-2014, 08:45 PM
D?gmar wound her way through the barren hills lost in thought and plotting for the future. To go? to stay? she didn't know. If Arcanum was indeed ruled by one of Viridiana's pawns then she was definitely out of this game. But if Sibelle could prove she was her own woman and not just some patsy well then that was a different matter entirely. But how to tell? D?gmar paused and as she did a peculiar yet slightly familiar scent crossed her nose. Eyes narrowed as she tried to analyze it. Stars above she needed a break?. D?gmar moved like a dappled shadow until she came into sight of a young woman with an all to familiar coat color. Neios? she had to be related there was no mistaking it. But this wouman? such a lovely little thing. Thin, delicate and sleek. D?gmar's tongue ran along her lips. Where had Neios and his little gang gotten off to anyway? Well? surely it wouldn't hurt to say hello. "You look like you're looking for something? tell me, you wouldn't happen to be related to Neios Saxe by chance?" |