skyrippa - of zaphkiel x astrid - two
litter mate of oberon, cassiopeia, ophiuchus
sister of astraea, asariel, tzadkiel, vortigern
home: asteraia; love: myself; fated: robichaux

It is with a jolt that I come out of my trance. As of late I had been ever deeper in the dream world, so much so that I felt as if I was losing connection to this real one. Everything here was ephemeral in essence. It bled away in my other-sight. Did it truly exist if it was not there as well? Since spying the bond between me and Robichaux I had often visited the dreamscape to watch the bond. The further away we got, the lighter it became, almost opalescent and a bit translucent. It was interesting. Around Sekhmet I had noticed a dark blob and I wondered what that meant. I wasn't going to be asking anytime soon, that was for sure. While I hadn't really officially had some down time with the Pharaoh, I was a bit alarmed at her size.

Right now, I was focused on the fact that my bond line had grown darker with each passing second and there was a zap through my obsidian and star-flecked body that brought me back to earth in a way nothing could have. The stone that Robichaux had brought for me the last time was the centerpiece of my ritual. It had helped ease me into the dream-world with it's perfect circular shape, just as Kajika had mentioned.

With a groan followed by a growl of impatience, I rise, shake off the summer dust of the plains and trot in the direction I know my imprint to be. I can feel him - but I also feel a rise in my own temperament. Not that I wasn't ever far from being moody of rude, but now I feel a spark of anger that coils in me and makes each toe print deep in the earth, claws digging with each step. I spy him with a... girl. It makes me stumble just slightly. I don't know why but I pictured him alone, like, all the time. And I don't know why but my eyes stare daggers at the girl. Oh, she was young. Apparently he had a thing for young wolves.

I even ignore the swaggering male that approaches for a moment before I catch the drift of his words and then my yellow eyes slide past to the figure of Curiass in the distance. Stolen eh? And he had thought to bring his... what? Girlfriend? Along with him? "If you wanted to come here, you didn't have to go get stolen," I accuse him, ears flipping back as I glare at Robi then Kweku in turn. He was there and might as well target my frustrations out on all of them even if none of them knew squat about me. "Don't you think it is a bit rude to bring your girlfriend to your imprints home?" I don't know WHY I am acting so unreasonable or even WHY I had to point that out. He was a great big oaf and I didn't care one whit for him but I felt extremely upset by this appearance and that idea.

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