too sick to pray
10-26-2014, 09:42 PM
More would come, familiar faces ebbing and flowing around them. he would bristle slightly like a bear guarding his kill but he took all his cue's from Cataleya and would relax slightly as she handed out the duty of caring for his prize to a golden woman he vaguely recognized in his lost state. He felt dizzy, light headed, tense. Everything felt like it was rushing over him and he wanted to do nothing more then to shed his own skin and run through the skies. He barely recognized the words drifting around him, briefly recognized that Empyrae had spoken to him and then there was an exchange between Cat and the gold woman and then Cataleya would spare him a brief touch before departing. He would move forward, stepping towards Empyrae and leaning his maw close to her ear. "Make sure she doesn't escape my dear? You will be rewarded if she stays in the territory until her lover comes... Words were a gruff rumble, meant only for Empyrae before he would turn and look at Sibelle then melt into the darkness. As usual he would arc through the trees and make his way towards Cataleya easily, falling into step behind her as she departed. He did not question her judgement, in fact her final statement to Maija had left him a little more then hot and heavy for the woman who disappeared into the mist before him. -exit kylar- HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE |
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