ardent

We meet again



Aislinn

Loner
Militant

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Large
build
posts
69
player
06-26-2014, 02:20 AM



She let an amused laugh come from her throat. Why, almost, hilarious what had come out from her brother's maw. He would never lay a paw on her, never harm her. She was his kin. Even if she was quite distant to him. Blood was blood. And that was that. Approaching the cursing man in pure calmness, she sat down beside him and looked out to the mesmerizing sea. Tense, stressed, anguished the man was. He was worrying over such a little, harmless thing. Or was she?

With her wicked gaze flickering from her brother to the black horizon, her eyes only revealing a glimpse of what the dark lady could be plotting in her wise mind. Though she could only agree with him for the desperate times. The world was slowly crumbling beneath them, endless wars were raging on, sick diseases were wiping out innocent civilizations. Destruction. What a devastating place the world had come to, and Aislinn was a survivor. Victory was hers. She would walk against the earthquakes, the blood and the diseases. She was invincible. No-one could deny it. And perhaps her brother isn't the weak little scrap of fur from her memories. Perhaps he is useful. Perhaps an alliance could come between the two. Perhaps he could catch her if she fell. What was she thinking? She would never fall from the thin string she is balancing on, and if she did, she would welcome death pleasantly. But whilst she's walking across, her kin may have improved themselves. So an alliance there will be, if perhaps her brother doesn't claw her fur off from the idea.
"If it is an alliance what you are seeking..."
With curious yet dangerous eyes, she paused mid-sentence for him to reply in his usual irritated snapping tone. Amused, the woman was. A cold smile came to her, her fangs glistening in the dying moonlight. A dry chuckle came to her, almost sounding like a wicked cackle. It was an alliance. And Aislinn would have to do her best to keep to her end of the deal. Would she? That was for the cruel woman to decide, and her ancestors couldn't stop her.

Walk.
"Talk."


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