MONTHLY MEETING [ OCTOBER 2022 ]

[Alexandre]

— alexandre f.m.r

A smirk met Alexandre's lips at Byriath's remark. "Indeed, it was," came their soothed reply. "I'm sure the salty air that closely resembles the smell of blood isn't too pleasing either, although I beg to differ." The vampiric feline enjoyed the beach and the salty smell of a very special crimson liquid. Beauty, exploration, brutality and pleasure in one. Weren't those The Typhoon's specialties anyways? Besides, of course, the pirating aspect. They weren't so fond of that.

So, the big man speaks his name... and his mind. With a widening cocky smile, the feline nods along with his words. "Why, yes," Alexandre remarked smoothly. "That was me." They made no effort to apologize. Their intruder came in with no knowledge of any border etiquette and Inferno, along with Alexandre, held no regret towards their own actions. After all, a threat was made. "I dearly hope I didn't cause your guru too much work." A slight fib, but unbeknownst to them, Byriath was one of the Coalition of the Condemned's medics.

Eyes peered over to a familiar face. The Tanglewood luminary had listened to their spiel earlier on about their issues and triumphs, so Alexandre had nothing else to mention besides a snort at their question. Even so, as the other talked, Aesior clearly caught the succubus off guard. 'Alexandra?' came a questioning thought. Their head dipped into their chest momentarily, secretly flustered. The honor of being acknowledged by a fluid name was pleasing. With their skin growing red behind a confident expression, their head turned up towards the other again. "It's a pleasure to see you too, Aesior," the feline cooed. 

A hum left the other. The weather? "It's been quite relaxed for what it's worth. I hope the same for you...?" The tropical storm had been the height of the atrocities in their lifetime. Alexandre couldn't complain about the cold and rainy weather occurring, considering the harsh downfalls from before. "And no, I have not heard from them."