SWAN SONG
07-21-2014, 09:11 PM
His demands are met with a simper, amusement laden upon her porcelain countenance as she quirks a brow curiously at him, pupils briefly surveying the contours of his diminutive physique in a silent assessment. He is not lack of compacted musculature, and although he has been absent from the Elysius hoard for seasons now, the potential he harbors is evident to a keen eye. Although it is tempting to give in to his desires and aspirations { her family is her kryptonite, after all }, her mindset is firm, indisputable -- those of her blood are not entitled to the prestige high titles offer; they all must bleed for GLORY. ?Then work for it,?is the bedeviled croon that weaves from velvet lips, the grin ever-stagnant upon her countenance. ?If you crave a title, find Cerberus -- fight him. Win, and you will be rewarded.? |