OLD DEMONS NEVER VANISH

*Fiamette* · 11-20-2014, 04:16 PM

It does not take long for her brothers scent to grow stronger in the breeze, in fact, the carmine nymph is rather surprised that he is heeding her call so quickly. Didn't he have his little princess to take care of, or had he finally found a minute of time to himself? A delighted smirk curls the corners of her ebony lips as his larger, and beautifully colored, form comes into view. Good, he didn't bring his little harlot with him. She feels the impulse to meet him half way, but she refrains, as she remembers he is in pack territory, and she is on the borders. So she waits. He approaches her, and she can see a smile form across his lips- but it quickly fades. He says something, the tone of his voice seems concerned, and she becomes momentarily confused. Then he regards to her companion.. Ah, that makes sense.

A light chortle vibrates within her chest, her eyes momentarily closing as she enjoys her little laugh. Volcanic orbs snap open to fall upon his mismatched gaze, her right brow furrowing upon her forehead in amusement. "Don't be afraid Solo, this is Marco, my little... puppet." Her gaze flashes toward the wolverine for a few seconds before raising to fall upon her brothers form. Marco looks up at his mistress before turning his ebony gaze toward the stranger, and he takes a few steps forward, disregarding the border line entirely. "Names Marco." He says to the boy, his neck extending as he sniffs in his direction. Fiamette chuckles again at her companions little greeting before speaking again. "So, brother, how are things with your..." Don't say harlot. "princess? I haven't seen a hair on your body since you left us." She pauses momentarily, the memory of his disregard to her summon swirling within her mind. "I called for you ya know. I made my own pack, for you, for our family. Your princess could have come with you- but you never came." Her tone begins to grow bitter, but how could it not? If her brother would have gained a crown, she would have heeded his call. Guess this was a one way road.

"Speech"

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