smooth as a cactus
01-03-2015, 11:53 AM
His reply was almost bored, however, he didn't object. So, she settled on her haunches beside him, shoulders slumping a little with the relief from hours of walking. Part of her was still hoping that she might happen upon Katja, but the rest of her was outraged and disappointed by that little piece, so it didn't surface much anymore. Her cornflower gaze fell upon the waves below, battering the cliffs relentlessly. She could remember raiding parties that had battered her opponents in a similar fashion, not stopping until all were dead or imprisoned. Ah, those were the days. Blood staining her fur, bones cracking under her teeth, and her enemies falling to her feet and begging for mercy. She missed that, just a little bit. It was a rather nice morning, she realized idly. The sun was warming her coat, which was only starting to itch with the summer molt that was to come. Corded muscles relaxed under the soothing warmth. His query was blunt, no pleasantries to accompany it. She glanced over at him, examining his features before replying. "My name is Sigyn Æsir." She rumbled, dipping her head politely to him. The man was young, looking like he had very recently reached maturity. No matter, youth left time to make mistakes, and see the world, before your bones started to ache with every morning frost. She herself had yet to find herself in such a state, and was very grateful she was still in the prime of her life. "May I ask yours? Or would you prefer I dream up a title for you myself?" She retorted, raising a brow in question. The marking over her eye shifted, teased by the small smirk that crept onto her inky lips.
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