Just A Dream

The pale woman didn't seem particularly intent on answering and moved to leave so Aerndís shrugged and turned her attention elsewhere. She'd take that as a no. Turning she moved to leave as well now that the excitement was dying down and it was clear she would not get her fight. It was then the man who had been deprived of his tail began to speak to her in some foreign tongue.

I haven’t seen a woman so... fuckable in quite some time…

Aerndís nearly choked as she processed his words and then she laughed. Well, well, what spirit! Normally, she would not bother with the losers but here was a man who had just been deprived of his tail, was bleeding everywhere and still had the gall to hit on her. Tongue ran languidly over ivory fangs and she examined him. A handsome man, just her age. A bit small for her usual taste but his spirit would more than make up for it and the temptation to ravage the smaller male was starting to burn in her gut. He struck her as the type that could go for hours.

"So many appointments to keep…." She moved forward to meet him, seeking to close the distance between them just for a moment. "I will carry your words with me, even I do not understand all of them and if we cross paths again.." She moved to try and whisper in his ear. "I will make you beg my name."

Stepping away she nodded to the viking woman, to the unfortunate male and to the child sheltered by the odd red woman. What an interesting day this was turning out to be and she moved to head for Imperium, waiting on the vikings and the slave to be ready for their escort.

-exit-

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