Bloodstream
03-16-2015, 07:20 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-16-2015, 07:20 AM by Lysis.)
Lysis couldn't help but feel skeptical of the girl before her. Why had Kyarst been drawn to her, she wondered? And was it mere jealousy that suddenly wracked her mind, or did she have reason to be wary of this Mercy? She was but a yearling, after all. Her hazel gaze would narrow skeptically as she spoke of danger, and the smirk that teased her lips widened. "I suppose," she commented somewhat dryly. "Though this thrill of the hunt you speak of could be ended pretty quickly, being trampled by those things." There were some things she thought were better left alone... and chasing down an angry herd of buffalo was one of those things. There was a much better way of achieving that same sort of thrill -- ways that were considerably less dangerous and infinitely less stupid. "We have different mothers," she'd add quickly. She'd only shared a mother with Drashiel, while all of her other siblings came from a plethora of women. It would explain the immense physical differences they shared, for her pelt was the color of snow, while his was as black as night. "And my markings come from my mother." Lysis didn't get why she mentioned her own lineage and similar markings, though she'd smile and listen nonetheless. Though she missed the north dreadfully, it wasn't the same now. Not without her father, and certainly not without Drashiel. The Armadas no longer held the north as their domain and so it was less a home to her than it had ever been now. Mercy seemed significantly more willing to share a bit of her own past than Lysis was. Imperium was her home, and she seemed quite committed to them, stating her loyalty to them couldn't be broken. "I see," she commented with a grin. She'd never felt such loyalty to anyone save for her own family, and though she knew she would grow to consider Imperium her home, she couldn't imagine ever dying for any of them -- though who knew how time might change things? "How noble of you, Mercy. Imperium must be pretty great." Her comment was a bit dry, though that smirk still painted her delicate features. Behind where she sat, her tail flicked idly. "I suppose I can understand, though. To me, family is everything." Perhaps it was one thing they shared, if anything. |