TAKE ME OUT

*Fiamette* · 08-20-2014, 04:35 PM

She is not met with affection, but instead the woman shifts her mismatched gaze to align with Fiamette's, a silent embrace that does not require words. The carmine woman understands, and moves away from the tyrant to take her place among the crowd, reclining onto her haunches a few feet from Artemis. A few seconds pass before the queen speaks, and the nymph listens with an unwavering interest, her eyes never daring to stray from the woman. Anger begins to coil within her belly, is she crazy or is this woman abandoning her too? Her fears are confirmed, the woman is leaving, but she is not leaving without a fair price like her mother had. Artemis was offering her throne to one of her member, and Fiamette made her decision: she would eagerly pry the position from any competitors, as she wanted this more than anything. Immediately she stands, her skull lifting skyward as she gazes up at the larger woman. "Although I do not want to witness your departure, my queen, you give an offer that I cannot refuse. " She states aloud, loud enough for the rest of the group to hear. "I wish to take your position if you see me fit, Artemis."

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