Just Can't Win

*Azalea* · 07-04-2014, 08:36 AM

"Oh god," Was Roman's initial reaction. Azalea quirked a brow spot at her. She had no idea what she was getting into. "I am going to fix Faust so this never happens again." Azalea smiled at that, her eyes thoughtful as she considered neutering Sarak in his sleep. Just one perfectly aimed bite had to be enough to do the trick.

"Is it worth it... though?" Roman's words snagged Azalea out some rather gruesome mental images on what might happen if her aim was wrong in attempting to fix her own male. Ironically, Azalea's own father was "fixed", he had his crown jewels taken away so that he could no longer hurt Soleil's tiny body with child birth. Azalea's attention refocused on the Tortugan woman and she bobbed here head from side to side in an "eh" kind of waay. "If so, I have yet to reap the rewards. Its more of a constant headache. Then there are arguments you never even knew you were having. Maybe I just got unlucky with sensitive ones but there is a lot of thinking of them when its stuff that should only pertain to me." Damage control was key.

"The forest is gorgeous in the summer. When the damn snow melts, I honestly couldn't imagine being anywhere else. The grasses are thick, the leaves green. It's a slice of heaven." Azalea could picture it, even if now it was all covered in a thick layer of snow and frost. "Though what I saw from the plains, Valhalla is also a slice of heaven." Azalea nodded. "Every place has its own kind of beauty. I like to enjoy it all... or I did before Soren and Kismet were born." Her ball and chain that was only growing bigger.

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