Hell

Well, wasn't this a miserable piss stain of a land?  The gladiatrix pauses in her quest, keen lavender gaze narrowing as she searches through mist and fog for the ever elusive path.  This wicked aura that hung about this place was almost certain to deter prey and was ill-fit for the goddess' uses.  Aerndís had ventured out of Arcanum to work her mind in hunting more exotic prey.  She snorted in irritation.  Fuck.  She'd someone gotten herself turned around in this miserable hell, she just knew it!

A chill breeze rushed through the branches, rustling and clicking above her like fangs.  She could only guess was creatures were crawling about in the forest underbelly like worms crawling through a cur's gut.  Time to get the fuck out of here.  Swift and silent the femme fatale manuevers her way through the forest, pausing as wolf scent meets her searching nostrils.  Hmmm… how interesting.  Lips curl over fangs as she strolls toward the source with a grin on her face only to come upon three other wolves.  Her heart rate quickens as she notes the scars.  How delicious, these two were surely warriors.  Lavender gaze falls for a moment on the pup but then quickly back to the adults.  The boy is barely worth the effort it took her to tilt her head.

"Good evening my war torn ladies…. what do we have here?  A secret meeting?  A lover's tryst? Maybe something a little more fun… hm?" Aerndís couldn't resist a good bit of gossip and had no intention of leaving no matter how secret their little meeting was.



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