Just A Million Little Gods
12-05-2014, 09:17 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-05-2014, 09:22 PM by Aerndís I.)
ooc: keeping this vague since we don't know the outcome of Aern's fight with Meinx.
So she was curious? So what? Aerndís strolled with the confidence of a wolf who had nothing to lose. Her mission to recover the Tsanka's missing wife was quickly fading in her mind with the thrill and instability of this land called Alacritis. The gladiator had left when Solstice disbanded and the red queen left. She'd been pretty damned impressed that the half-eaten woman managed to triumph over the challenging male. But such was battle, fate was a fickle mistress. Aern's own wounds still laid open from her battle with the blue-eyed woman. That was a hell of a fight and Aern had a budding respect for the other's gumption. All these curiosities led her straight south to Arcanum. To the pack that had challenged Solstice. Well, Solstice was no more. It was Glaciem now, ruled by Odette and moving far to north for Aern's taste. So she'd come seeking the only other pack she knew of fully aware she might be setting herself up for trouble. She'd likely be viewed an enemy but oh well, she'd only been in Solstice for a few weeks her ties were not that strong and she was well within her rights to explore other options.
Coming to a stop outside Arcanum's border, Aern tipped back her head and howled for the silver queen. She had a date with destiny.
"Speech"
So she was curious? So what? Aerndís strolled with the confidence of a wolf who had nothing to lose. Her mission to recover the Tsanka's missing wife was quickly fading in her mind with the thrill and instability of this land called Alacritis. The gladiator had left when Solstice disbanded and the red queen left. She'd been pretty damned impressed that the half-eaten woman managed to triumph over the challenging male. But such was battle, fate was a fickle mistress. Aern's own wounds still laid open from her battle with the blue-eyed woman. That was a hell of a fight and Aern had a budding respect for the other's gumption. All these curiosities led her straight south to Arcanum. To the pack that had challenged Solstice. Well, Solstice was no more. It was Glaciem now, ruled by Odette and moving far to north for Aern's taste. So she'd come seeking the only other pack she knew of fully aware she might be setting herself up for trouble. She'd likely be viewed an enemy but oh well, she'd only been in Solstice for a few weeks her ties were not that strong and she was well within her rights to explore other options.
Coming to a stop outside Arcanum's border, Aern tipped back her head and howled for the silver queen. She had a date with destiny.
"Speech"