ardent

TO SEEK OUT GREATNESS



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11-09-2014, 01:39 PM
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She seeks out another with purpose, a slain hare in her jaws. It is a hare from the north- a large creature, as far as hares go. She seeks out Artemis, the tyrant and queen of Elysium. She's surprised to notice the lack of pack-scent at the edge of the forest- and she enters it with slight caution. Has the temptress fell from her throne- or had she passed it on? Roman studies the forest- her violet eyes shining in the dim light, as she moved quietly through it's thick trees. She drops the hare to her feet, and then her head tilts back slightly in the air, and she lets out a soft call for Artemis- not really wanting to draw the attention of others. She shuffles her paws, most of the hare resting against her foot- as she waits.




Speech,


worse starter ever



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11-11-2014, 11:40 AM
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? it is the familiarity of the summons that extracts the former tyrant from the depths of her cryptic domain, curiosity left to fester beneath pallid flesh as she saunters through a labyrinth of underbrush on her makeshift path to the rightful armada queen. and with the commemoration of their previous encounter resurfacing within the chasms of her twisted mind, so the indignation over the avoided onslaught upon the pitiful covari empire rekindles within her bones -- overwhelming, vehement wrath how she still yearns to annihilate the scarlet coward that dare deride her mother! and her carmine beauty. though despite the vexation that newly plagues the elysius deity, indifference reigns superior over her mutilated countenance as she approaches her dearest ally, the only trace of recognition evident in the momentary warmth of her gaze.



?does she have a new target in mind?? the phantom queries, skull sloping slightly to her own right with feigned intrigue as the ghost of a simper touches frayed lips. and the elysius? mismatched gaze briefly scrutinizes the sovereign?s physique for fresh abrasions, knowing the woman to be so vain as to plot the destruction of one who so dared to spoil her conspicuous beauty; yet no scars prevail through the armada?s nubile exterior.




Fiamette

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11-12-2014, 05:49 PM




Beautifully groomed carmine silk becomes visible among the thick cloud of fog that blankets the soulless forest, the nymph sized goddess aiming to follow directly behind her ivory paramour as she makes her way around the towering willow trees. An unknown woman has called for her mistress' presence, and her mistress only, but that will not stop the babe from following her lover wherever she may go. She did not want to spend a second away from Artemis, the woman was her reason for living, she gave her the desire to unleash havoc within the quiet realm of Alacritis. Without Artemis she would be nothing.

Marco follows after his companion, the ebony wolverine paying close attention to their surroundings for any other unseen visitors. The foursome seems to be alone, no other scents were carried by the breeze that ruffled their pelts. Fiamette stops her trot when Artemis approaches the woman, she wants to make sure Art knows this wolf before she tries to meet her. Art seems to know her, and isn't acting aggressive toward her, but instead inquires a question. Who in the hell was this woman anyways? A friend of Artemis? She would soon find out.

Ebony legs propel the goddess forward, Marco following directly behind her like a well trained puppet. The wraith aims to slide directly next to the tyrant's right side, but wishes to stand a few steps behind where her front paws are. (her shoulder to arts rib cadge) She does not dare stand side by side to Artemis just yet, as she doesn't want to upset her in any way possible. Eyebrows shift upon her forehead into a questioning narrow, her eyes glazed over with devious intent should this woman wish to bring her paramour any harm. She does not say a word, but instead waits for Artemis to introduce her.

?Speech?



ooc- roams gave me the okay to post here, if aly wishes to keep it P I can delete this post c: Just lemme know!

*this character is prone to violent actions*
companions: marco, wolverine. apollyon, rainbow snake
"there ain't no rest for the wicked, until we close our eyes for good"




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11-18-2014, 10:40 PM
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She didn't have the time to grow restless, the white deity made her appearance rather quickly, and Roman's eyes met her form levelly as she approached. There would always be a sort of appreciation for Artemis, from the ivory Queen. Artemis speaks, and a dark chuckle leaves her, but she doesn't speak, for as she is about too, she scents another. Her eyes narrow sharply for a moment as she eyes a stunning red creature that emerges to Artemis's side. The resemblance between this creature and another that Roman loathed is shocking, but it is not the same wolf. She'd hold her judgement- for now. Blinking once, her attention focused again on Artemis. Lowering her head, she scooped up the freshly killed hair and lifted it- tossing it gently to the other Queen's paws. "A gift." She notes lightly, remembering a similar event from the other queen when they'd spoken of alliances.

"I have no war to stir- yet." She said with a slight smirk. "That doesn't meant that trespasses from the others have been forgiven yet." No- she'd gladly flay the red woman for the heinous crimes she'd committed. She would fall silent for a moment, giving the red wolf a puzzled look. "What an interesting colored friend, you have Artemis." Roman speaks giving the deity a knowing look- wondering if Artemis understood her implications. Could there be another red creature that was so... red, that wasn't somehow tied to the failed Covari ruler? Roman wondered if Artemis would explain. Was this she-wolf friend or foe? Surely if she stood so close to Artemis- she would potentially prove to be an ally at the least.

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