Sleeping Dragon chosen paths

Without meaning to Scythia noticed the other almost as soon as she arrived. From the corner she saw some movement -mistook it for a bird- and then a second later browsed again feeling uncertain. Discerning the female from the snow that so encrusted the terrain, her sense of friendliness was revitalized with instant recognition.

"You must be the Domina," she insisted approvingly. Giving her full concern to the matriarch Scythia decided that they were of similar season —and attraction, the latter of which she valued above all else when considering new friends. "I was advised by your aegis that you were occupied," she said as if the contradiction confused her. Yet, in the moment after she turned towards the mistaken wolf and offered her a teasing smile of criticism.

The former controller of several slaves herself Scythia thought the tone between them somewhat odd. Of course she had had her own favorite in trusted Galene but that was a clandestine thing. "Venery," she punctuated to draw attention back to herself, "is many things in Rome. There are tales of conquest over massive beasts in exotic countries far from dear Paralía." Her voice had become distant as she saw the tremendous verses before her mind's eye. War stories had always thrilled her most what with their intermix of blood and romance. 

Feeling such passion then Scythia rose and drew nearer to the sentinel. "Although, my personal favorites have always been the victories over more consenting beasts much closer to home." An airy sound of amusement filled the closed space between them as she stared full on into the eyes of what she believed to be a mere servant.

"Or don't you agree Domina," she inquired suddenly. Turning from the continually mistaken wolf as if only seconds before she hadn't eye fucked her taken her. "I've got thousands of other sorts of stories if you'd like different for your... collection." It might have appeared that things were all in amusement to Scythia but as their meeting progressed she found herself more and more entreating the Gods' favor in her attempt to gain entry.