cuz there is absolutely not place between Arc, Imp and Abaven
She had been on her way to Imperium when the smell of blood assaulted her nostrils. But not just anyones blood. Bass. Lips curled into a smirk despite the faint spark of concern she felt. The last time she had seen the pale man, she had tried to seduce him, to sweep him away from his wife. But if she had learned anything over the years, it was to never give up. Kylar still had no returned home, nor had she even caught a faint scent of him. Hope was fading rapidly, the flame of their relationship was barely an ember. Once again, she was back on the prowl, refusing to fall back into the depression that still threatened to consume her.
Silver paws pressed against the earth as she skirted around Imperium, following his scent until his pale shadow crept into view. "I'm sure you look like hell." She would purr, seeking to creep up behind him. Amusement danced across her features as her coral gaze inspected him from head to toe. Nostrils quivered inhaling the scent of Imperium that clung faintly to his bloodied pelt. Eyes would narrow fractionally. And yet, she couldn't see him attacking her son, nor could see, unfortunately, see her son doing anything that would warrant an attack from the Abaven King.
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