She was growing to like this male, just in the since that he was someone she seemed to get along with. Rogue had no real friends save for Malina and brother Andras but she wasn’t looking for anyone else. Being able to have good conversation with Tesseract and other pack members was enough for her. She couldn’t say she approved of that angel she had in his lands, but seeing as she stayed out of her way it would be fine for now. Ieron however was no angel, or demon, he was a free wolf for her to potentially recruit to Glorall for Tesseract. Rogue wanted more wolves in her new home, wanted to prove her worth to Tesseract and soon she would do so. She just needed the word for her to go and move. She would be of equal or higher rank than what she was in Iromar, she could not stand for less anywhere.
Her tail flicked as the male repeated her name a chuckle emitting from his maw when she had said she was from hell. Her venomous green eyes were locked on him, trying to discern whether or not she was taking her word seriously or not. She thought there was some belief in them though perhaps not completely. She would tell him of Glorall her new home that she hoped to stay in for some time to come. Ruled by a wolf of white but mind of a skilled demon counsel man. She liked Tesseract, not for his colors but his skills.
A desert was a place most unpleasant. Though she had never lived in the deserts she had heard of what they were like. Filled with sands like beaches and hotter than laying on a rock on a clear sunny day. It sounded awful to the fem and she could see now that he was indeed built for it. ”Best get used to it then. Every winter comes with snow and the Summers are probably mild to you at best. If you went crawling back to that sand pit I wouldn’t blame you.” She said with a flick of her tail amused by his complaining of the snow. Rogue was not fond of snow either, but at least her pelt grew out a little in the winters. It did not protect her as it did most a nice breeze would bring a chill to her body that she couldn’t say she was fond of. Sticking to the forest saved her from that though or her den. Winter usually found her hiding out from males to begin with, but since her soul bond was gone, well she felt no drive to get in that kind of mess again.
He brought up a name that sounded vaguely familiar to the fem. Iblis… Iblis. It rang in her mind like a name from long ago. Some reason she kept thinking of Ishtar at that name though why she couldn’t tell. It was not her imprint or mate. Enemy? There was something to deal with Iblis and Ishtar but Rogue could not put her paw on it. She would leave it for now, though any enemy of Ishtar honestly Rogue would like to meet. If not just to annoy the female. Her black banner swayed the recognition of the name not showing on her visage though perhaps later she would seek to ask him of this. He brought up something else her scent, the smell of sea salt and ocean air a scent she had long grown used too.
”My scent? Oh my new residence of Glorall has a body undrinkable water, something called the sea that expands father than your eye can see. It has a strange odor, yes, but it is actually quite peaceful. This smell is nothing like the swampland pack of Iromar. I smell very pleasant compared to that place, especially in winter.” She says with a grin. It was true, she always hated the smell of Iromar and cursed Baphomet from taking those lands. Hang the fact they were ‘tactically better’ Spirane would have been just as much as an advantage to them as Iromar was. She didn’t miss smelling that that bog.
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