Batari walks in echoes and shadows

Aislinn had to agree with the older woman. The weak do serve the powerful, but that was all she agreed with her. The rest were just words that meant nothing to her. Words meant nothing in this world.

The younger lady sat upright, giving a rather mere shrug. She lifted her head up to the cave ceiling, stretching her neck. She simply ruffled her elegant maple fur in an orderly manner before speaking. She spoke in an irritated and annoyed tone. This older woman was nothing but Batari this and Batari that. She would not shut up!

"Suit yourself, self-centered one." She hissed out those words like blood, dripping off her tongue. A faint rumbling growl rose through her throat, this Batari only angered her more. With a flick of her luscious tail, she would be off from these caves, leaving this Batari to talk to the cavern walls. She was sure the walls would be interested in all these fascinating stories. But before she turned to leave, she had a thought. This Batari looked superior and powerful and perhaps was well taught in fighting. Would she turn down the chance for another ally? An alliance between the two? If this Batari's skills were sharpened and deadly, of course Aislinn would not mind having this beast on her side. Yet Aislinn was independent, she relied on no-one. She was a skilled loner, a huntress and warrior. She knew the lands where the packs wolves roamed, and where the free lands were for her paws to lead her. Perhaps an alliance could come between the two.

Wicked azure orbs faced the older dame, a grin coming to her jaw. Aislinn opened her large maw to speak.
"If your skills are as excellent as I think," She spoke defiantly, her voice powerful and articulate. "Would you be interested in an alliance?"

An echo was all that was left of her words, the same word traveling through the caves. An alliance...

Walk.
"Talk." Thoughts and voices