Live Like you are diying.

N/A · 08-15-2014, 07:16 PM

The sun fell behind the eastern-facing chamber. The warmth of the fiery rock would no longer ignite their inn with it's kiss of calefaction. The stinging temperatures would only reduce more once onyx skies claimed all the world. Surely the orb of night would be kept prisoner by the wintry elements creating a land that seemed all the more somber. It would suit her current mood entirely. Though, where to once dawn radiated across the terrain with it's newborn light? Back to Abaven, maybe. . . or maybe not. At least, not right away. Adventure beckoned to her - pleading for her to welcome it with an open heart. If she tread so far away from her abode, did it not mean she was not satisfied? Of course she was not, at least not yet. She wanted to become so much more than what she was now. A queen, perhaps? Or maybe a king's whore?

The savior would address himself as Tain. It was good to have his name, though, it would probably all be forgotten in days to come. This man was merely another passerby, leaving no permanent trace upon her soul. Just pawprints painted upon the ocean's sands. Temporary - only there until the abyssal waters erased them away with a delicate sweep of it's massive arm.

Only apathy was felt toward the guardian's words - they meant nothing to her. Nevertheless, Venus would listen, pretending to be interested in his sentences. After all, did she not ask for them? She had little patience for small talk with strangers, or anyone really. It just did not taste well upon her tongue. Words in which spoke nothing of war or desire just did not fancy her.

Well, perhaps there is bliss in ignorance, Tain. Though, do know my life was no drudgery. Most would have felt different. But I guess I can be rather sadistic. I am no nomad, for I belong to a pack titles Abaven. The time being, anyway. I cannot say that is my permanent home. Adventure settles well with me and I suppose that is what drew me elsewhere. The same painting gets dull after some time.

Her weight shifted causing the tramp to now lie with her abdomen pressing upon the stone floor. Forelimbs stretched out before her and hind-limbs were carefully tucked against her flank. Tail was carefully draped across the savior's own tail. Now, the last part of their bodies in which connected connected. Alien cranium tilted only slightly as she watched for the creature's next response with pastel eyes. Expressions meant far more than words ever could.

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