Kong was reading the nymph's body language the whole time she stood there, I guess you could say staring without your eyes. He would only glance at her but it was enough to take in the minute details he needed to process. Paranoia was a two sided figure, that much he could tell. The small scars tracing her form told of her skill in the arena, her killing game. Her eyes had many layers to them, that of a wolf trying to hide herself for now, hold her hair up if you will. He let a smile paint his handsome features. He'd be damned if he wouldn't get her to let that hair down.
You see, Kong was a straightforward kind of wolf. He was very kind, too kind in some cases. He knew how to chastise, knew how to discipline. He would admit the killing was not a pleasure to him. He was the merciful kind. Now don't take that the wrong way. He would be the kind to go straight for the jugular once you surrender, not step back and let you walk. He killed with kindness, making the deaths quick and painless. Well there was that one...Kong tried not to wince at the memory, not wanting his new alphess to see his flaws so easily. For Kong was a screwed up male, if you were to look in his history. Let's just say he had tried other ways of ruling, other methods of killing before, for reasons of which emotions ruled. Revenge. Blood thirst. If he let it come from the shadows of his mind, he could still remember the way it felt to slowly torture a wolf to death.
But Kong tried to keep that behind him. He could still remember the pleas in the male's eyes, the uselessness of all his limbs as Kong broke them one at a time, each bone making a satisfying crack as his lips ran with blood...Kong had to look away from Paranoia to keep her from seeing the regret, all too familiar. The pain. And then there was the thirst. Kong had told himself over and over again that he would not relive those days. He had told himself they were over, the days of him wanting something more. It was a simple breakdown, nothing more. He had gone over the top for a few days, took out his misery on innocent bystanders. And he'd never forgive himself each time he thought of their eyes.
Pinnacles swiveled toward the bruja at her lyrics, taking their sweet melody in like a bee sipping honey. Letting his gaze find that of the duchess, Kong made sure his eyes were light again with the promise of a new life as he met her gaze. He wasn't sure how well this girl could read, and he knew he wasn't that good at hiding. He knew she'd never be the kind to ask straight out about his past. He didn't like to talk about it. Too many conflicting emotions. Lust concealed with grief. Kong was one fucked up dude. No, you're nothing of the sort, Paranoia. Far from it. His vocals played forth from his dark muzzle, hoping the czaress didn't think him flirtatious or trying to seduce her with his compliment. No, he was simply stating fact, she was a beautiful wolfess. The kind he would never try for. He'd never be good enough to deserve that.
He felt his crown nod to her words, thanking her humbling for her compliment of his answer. Kong had always had a thing for thinking out his answers before speaking. Younger immature wolves sometimes got frustrated with the wait when they asked for a decision, thinking it a simple yes or no type thing. Kong knew there to be several answers besides the two monotone one syllables. There was a plethora of answers to be said, if one actually thought about the freedom of their words. He cocked his midnight pate, taking her warning to memory. A brother huh? He would be sure to be respectable toward Angel, yet he wondered if the hunter would be as interesting as his sister. Maybe Kong would have to talk with this titan, find out what makes him tick. Kong was a curious fellow, always just on the border of nosy.
Consider your caution taken. I will show nothing but respect to your sibling, if anything just for the blessing of sharing your blood. His friendly eyes twinkled with the remark, hoping she'd catch that he wasn't just a serious one all the time. No, Kong could be quite the joker if given the chance. He could be just as sarcastic as the rest of them. Just as sadistic too..fuck. Kong whisked his banner slightly, his only way of showing the frustration behind the smile. He had noticed the femme had yet to walk off. Maybe she wanted more conversation? He could understand it. He could tell by the scents wandering through this territory that he was probably the first since her takeover to approach. It must be lonely. Sure to give her some good company, Kong turned his head sideways a little, giving a humorous pose struck with a puzzling question.
You ask me why I chose your pack. My question is the same. Why did you chose this place as your sanctuary?
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King kong~male~Grey Wolf~four winters~coal black w/gold eyes
manipulated by DarQ
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