Blame It On My ADD, Baby {Jup}
01-16-2015, 05:28 PM
Ah those words brought some ease to a twisted heart. A reassurance that her revelation was right, that it was not in vain. Her family held weakness. She still longed to seek out Fiamette, to give the older sister a chance to redeem herself with explanation of her abandonment of Apollyon. Arisu would not be able to forgive Hestia so easily, however, when the black sheep had stood there and done nothing for her own honor. No... There would be no forgiveness for her, just as there would be none for her mother Viridiana. The former red queen would someday fall, and, with any luck, by her own fang. She would not resort to the mercy of poison for that.
“I assure you i’ wou’d be my p’easure ‘o show you.” The test preformed on the little Northern hunter seemed to work well enough after all. It was heavy enough to do damage, but not kill, providing that the healers of her pack were competent. But there would be time to tell her leader of that another time. She would answer only to the woman’s beck and call, and no other. No other deserved to hold her loyalty in a pack any longer. Her own smirk would find it’s way to her lips and her head would be dipped in a respectful manner.
“You are ‘oo ki’d.” The female would rumble. Head would lift, acidic gaze sparking with life. Yes, there were some plans to be made, and training to drop into. The idea of serving Ludicael certainly appeals to her.
“’ha’ wou’d be sple’did.” A thought occurs to her, that neither she nor the phoenix knew each other’s name. “I am ca’ed Arisu, by the way.” She gives her name in a manner that shows pride for it, but does not tack on the surname she had originally been born with. She was no Sovari after all... Since her mother disowned the female children she had. Vi... Would rue the day she made that mistake. Arisu swore it it.
“I assure you i’ wou’d be my p’easure ‘o show you.” The test preformed on the little Northern hunter seemed to work well enough after all. It was heavy enough to do damage, but not kill, providing that the healers of her pack were competent. But there would be time to tell her leader of that another time. She would answer only to the woman’s beck and call, and no other. No other deserved to hold her loyalty in a pack any longer. Her own smirk would find it’s way to her lips and her head would be dipped in a respectful manner.
“You are ‘oo ki’d.” The female would rumble. Head would lift, acidic gaze sparking with life. Yes, there were some plans to be made, and training to drop into. The idea of serving Ludicael certainly appeals to her.
“’ha’ wou’d be sple’did.” A thought occurs to her, that neither she nor the phoenix knew each other’s name. “I am ca’ed Arisu, by the way.” She gives her name in a manner that shows pride for it, but does not tack on the surname she had originally been born with. She was no Sovari after all... Since her mother disowned the female children she had. Vi... Would rue the day she made that mistake. Arisu swore it it.