I Am The Sword That Dances At Your Command
09-05-2014, 03:23 AM
Her wounds had been cleaned, and somewhat cared for. Arisu had cleaned the blood away, but she was no healer. The chance of infection ran with the remaining wounds, but the russet girl would fight it off as she fought any other battle. Her tanned legs would carry her through the territory, nose twitching as she searched for the scents of those who lay within Apollyon, her new home. She wanted to know each scent by name, and perhaps run into the white woman that passed her sister the crown she now bore. Fiamette may not have bled for it, but her sister was worthy. They came from a strong line... But the difference would be that her sister would not abandon what she had gained. Arisu was certain that she would fight to keep it. Nearing where her sister?s scent lay strongest Arisu would let a smile curl her lips. Her specialties had always been observing and moving without the true extent of her motives being known. She was a manipulative creature, an intelligent one, but her ways were something the red nymph had grown up with. Arisu would be a sword for her elder sister if desired, falling and slaying all without hesitation if it was what Fia desired. If she was ordered to fight she would. There was no other she found worthy enough to serve still standing here in Alacritia... And if she would die for someone it was sure as hell going to be someone worth spilling her blood over. Rear would fall to kiss the ground as Arisu settled to wait. She was confident the Empress would come this way before too much longer. "Hear My Voice," 'Read My Thoughts.' |
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