| Hidden Account |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 7 Buff: NOVICE |
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Rhawon :: Siberian Tiger :: None
aeolle |
 CIRCUTA</style>
my blood is singing with your voice
i want to pour it out
as her web spun it's silvery string, she saw with well concealed disappointment that the brute had
lifted his shield once more. she could not hope to continue on this path without a decision, the beast
was once that could think, and beast's that could think could rebel, try to tear their bodies
from her web. circuta would try her best to keep all of her prey gathered in glittering silk,
to eat at her leisure.
she did not like her prey to struggle. struggling prey was frustrating.
circuta disliked frustrating things.
but she hid these mild irritations in her orbs by shifting her focus
unto other matters. the brute was not to know of her
games. and she would not allow him to see her distaste, not again,
she was prepared this time.
was she, the crowned lady, to join a group that had no royalty,
that had no position for her to rise as queen? but she would
work on that, she would cunningly rise to her goal. failure was not a word
circuta would adhere to, failure was not a word in she knew well.
no.
but the wind spoke to her, caressing her ear, making her forelock brush her neck,
and she raised her head into it's song. a gentle, commanding voice,
yet with the force of a gale in her mind. it sang to her of what she needed to do,
of what she would do, and she was not one to refuse it's generous offer.
with a almost serpentine hiss she breathed again, speaking
words into existence, weaving more thread into her prey.
"and yet, warrior, nothing is without it's own specific purpose. your coterie, do they wish for destruction, veiled
in diplomatic words? yet, your butterfly intrigues me, pirit, and I would be a fool to decline such a offer.. i shall accept your offer
of companionship."
her indigo orbs flickered behind the brute, and she took a step forward, pausing.
"let us fly, and i shall spread new wings. lead me to your people, so that i may whisper my voice
as one of your midst. i will follow you, to your flock, priti. be assured."
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@[Arlo]
[ooc: circuta has agreed to join the Asylum]
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