Lioness of Prideless
Played by dusk

arsynia tollaire.

This man was far more light-hearted than Arsynia seemed to be; she prickled when he laughed, scowled when he smirked. And yet, there was something relatively at ease about her. The tenseness in her shoulders fell away, the tightening of her jaws slackening into a more neutral, chilled expression. Unless their goal is owning something no one will ever take. Seems sensible to me. Arsynia could not hide the crack of her smile then as it broke the firm line of her lips, though it did not quite reach her eyes. It fell away as she neared, before coming to sit mere feet from him; far enough away to escape a decisive lunge, but close enough to see the way his whiskers twitched in the frigid air, the way his chest rose and fell beneath his handsome mane.

Hoping to scale it without getting spat on, he remarked. His words incited another, small smile, before it too was gone as quick as it came. “Arsynia,” she introduced suddenly, deciding that perhaps the company of another in such a bitter place was better than clawing her way out of the tundra alone. Especially if she were in the company of a man hoping to not get spat on along the way. “Would you like to scale it together for a moment? At least—until we get out of the cold.”

Art by AleTie