Formalities and Sarcasm
10-19-2014, 05:36 PM
Yet another toy had been added to the collection owned by Arcanum. Sooner or later, the pack would need a gaint oaken case to hold all of them. It seemed that the harlot was the favorite of the collection, one who was more for entertainment than not. She already had played a few rounds of entendre with the son of the queen. That was quite the feat to accomplish, right? Then this little tempest showed up. She had been claimed through much different means than of herself and her russet charge. The monochromatic tempest's golden gaze peered up at her, though she only was two inches shorter than she, sizing her up. Her own amethyst gaze glared down, not backing down. She wouldn't assert herself quite yet, but if the tempest decided to not run straight, well, she'd teach her a little lesson. The voice rang in her ears, her mind searching for a calm reply, but all she could muster was a simple, my actions | |