LET LIVE AGAIN
11-07-2014, 02:03 PM
Although her actual illness had been quelled by her immune system, it sickened her to return to her once impeccable home. She had so much going for her members, she was just about to spice things up in the world of Alacritis, but of course, mother nature had made its own plans. The kingdom that her ivory tyrant had selflessly given to her was nothing more than a haunting memory now- but she had no doubts in her mistress. Their kingdom would be reborn from the ashes, even if she must forfeit her life to ensure her consort regains a throne. After all she owes herself to Artemis- and she wouldn't have it any other way. She follows her consort through the territory without hesitation, Marco, her wolverine companion, trails hastily in the brush after them. Volcanic orbs scan their surroundings, her actions mimicking Artemis' in every way. When no strays could be found, the ivory goddess makes a b line toward her old den, and Fiamette follows, disregarding the impulse to visit her own abandoned den. Wherever Artemis was would be considered home now. The cavern reeks of rotting flesh, and the scent brings a crooked smirk to the woman's velveteen lips. She is used to enjoying the scent of others despair, it brings her joy to know they had fallen while she still lives to bring havoc to this world. Art scans the exterior of her den before she completely enters, and Fiamette follows closely behind her, her carmine painted bodice slipping carefully into the small opening. Art speaks, her mismatched gaze lingering toward Fiamette's hell stricken glare. It is pitiful that Art is right, how dare someone claim her ruins and leave the lands Artemis had lost blood for. "Pitiful. They took away the fun of having to run them out when we returned." It would have been much more satisfying to sever heads from shoulders upon their arrival, but sadly there was no one here to torture. She falls silent for a moment, her gaze lingering upon Arts as she aims to stare into her lovers eyes. It is weird how the universe works, never in a million years would she have imagined herself so deeply in love with such a magnificent being. She can only hope Artemis shares similar feelings. She feels a warm sensation course through her veins when she looks at the woman, a strong feeling that could drive her to the darkest places to keep the mistress happy. "I want it back." She remarks, her eyes daring to trail away from her mistress' powerful stare. She couldn't look at her when she says this, it was embarrassing to remember how she had lost her most prizes possession to an illness. "speech" |
