The Union of two love birds

As never before, boredom had taken to plaguing the siren's mundane thoughts and activities. Clinging as blood to leech for her very life force until there was nothing left of the harlequin but a phantom to traipse her delicate steps upon Mother Earth's bosom. Yet even then, the specter danced with uncontested grace. Meandering with serpentine fluidity from between the emerald sentries, weaving her path and existential being to the very fabric of the lands. She was ever there, ever not. Gilded by stealth despite her coat of majesty that all but played against the logicality of survival yet still she bore it well. Its very finesse drawn along the fine lines of her sculpted figure, accentuated by dips and curves in unforgiving waves of tempestuous promiscuity. She was a born consort if only far too noble and far too proud for such crude behavior. Though the mediocrity of her thoughts were but eclipsed in the face of utter nothingness. What did it matter the nature of her disposition when there was no one to play with? Surely enough the temptress could only dwell within the chambers of her mind for so long before she grew weary of her own company. And cruelly so it seemed it was in times like such that the society of Fenrir decided to hide behind their covers in fear of the wretched harlot that wandered the lands.

Disappointment's sigh made to expel from the mistress' gullet yet it was halted mid-flight. Cut-short by the scent of familiarity that all but invaded her senses whence her guard was unmanned. Swift? Delight flickered along her features as she contemplated the possibility of meeting Swift once more but the musk that perforated the air told her else-wise. Whosoever wandered near was a male and one whom she recognized. With renewed fervor, her pace quickened - graced by the winds to propel her dance of aristocracy that guided her to the water-side where her champagne hue's would all too eagerly drink in the sight of the bi-chromatic beast. She hoped, of dispelling her boredom. But yet Kyuusai was in the right place, at the right time. The temptress needed to talk with him about important matters about their two families

"Ciao, il mio amore. I have important business to talk with you.?" The blood-kissed dove purred lusciously. Though she had made to inquire for his company, the reality of the situation was as simple as could be. Whether Kyuusai desired it or not, he would be blessed or condemned with the siren for he was her quarry. After all, he was such a wonderful catch. It would be a shame to let him loose when they just met again. "I promise I won't bite." She added as an after-thought whilst making her way still toward him with a luscious sway of her hips to play accompaniment to her every step.

Reason. Logic. Explanations. This world was riddled with such an incessant need for the understanding of the step by step that it - quite frankly - bored her to no end. The woman justified her sadistic mannerisms as an issue of disposition and mentality. That she was sick and henceforth why she was as she was yet still she grasped for more. So she watched with all the incredulity of observing a child search for a needle in a haystack, without an answer, without a reply. She wanted a reason. A reason for her actions. A cause that spilled forth into its current effect. Yet in truth, there was no actual cause. In fact, right this very moment, the talk of reasoning and questions dampened her mood severely and with a nonchalant roll of her shoulders, she cast her gaze elsewhere. "Im here to ask you about a Union of two souls." That was the only response she had procured in the midst of the verbal bombardment before allowing the silence to once more eclipse the two. Her company had already displayed a propensity for basic understanding. Enough so that she found herself temporarily ameliorated, if only for the time being. "Of course, Im talking about Satchel and Alice." She purred dismissively before lifting upon delicate limbs, "I want Alice to be promised to only Satchle, and no one else" Her words were but a harbinger of the times to come but until then, she turned upon her heels, her back faceing him as she glared upon her shoulder at him.

"Hola, my princess." A smile curled on her face seeing her daughter but the smile slowly fade seeing the other warrior approached her precious rubin. Yet she allowed knowing that the male is well aware that if he will move a single hair of her daughter ot of it's place he will go through hell.