Honestly, if the girl proved to be truthful in her intentions in this life, if perhaps my assassins had mistaken her for another white pelted female, after all, there are rather a number, then I would be willing to reconsider her, to continue the friendship and indeed, even the comfortable rivalry we had always shared. My fear however and, I use the word fear lightly, is that her grief, though well concealed in this moment, has driven her to becoming something sinful and vile upon this earth. My extended eyes do not often get such information incorrect and yet, for whatever reason I find myself almost wishing she would simply deny it. I didn’t want to think badly of her, though heaven knows why it even mattered. I suppose I always assumed that Ruvindra would not be so...weak as to allow her emotions to control her, as to allow the demonic creature that is Jaidah or Fatality to have any sway over her. She had been a Queen to be admired, one I had seen the potential in and won to my cause because of it. I have lived a long time and indeed I have been killing for far longer then most would care to admit and yet, if what I had heard of the beautiful female turned out to be true I would be forced to admit surprise. I am rarely a bad judge of character and I had not seen within this female the creature that was described. Surely, surely she was not so useless as that and weak of will as that? I expected more from her. I had lost my mate and yet I hadn’t decided to devour my own kin because of it, to fall in with causes long since lost such as Jaidah and her lot. Even so, I was willing to probe a little, to smirk and flirt and tease it out of her. After all, she was always good at this game- but I’m better.

Ruvindra lowered herself to her haunches with a soft laugh and I felt inclined to do the same, looping my tail, as had ever been my habit, around my paws as I sat before her the pristine female, her own snowy pelt catching the rays of the sun in as much the same way as my own as we spoke. Her smile remained easily and confidently upon her features, though the slight narrowing of her eyes was not missed by the quickness of my own violet gaze, my features remaining easily as light and nonchalant as we spoke. Truly Ruvindra was very good at this game, but she was not faultless and her lack of information offered freely and forthcoming only leads me to believe she is hiding all the more. She dipped her head once more, an apologetic notion of sorts. Honestly I hardly understood why wolves keep apologising to me. I had hardly been maimed in some grievous battle and been sent lipping from my throne. I had given it freely to my daughter with every intention of guiding her and her mate until they were ready to stand alone. I was hardly upset about it, although i suppose if I were one of the less fortunate members of society I would be sad to see me go too. Either way I simply allowed another grin to flicker across my features, offering a wolfish roll of my shoulders.

“Isola will do as she should. She knows what must be done and indeed I am all the more proud to see my own child lead after me. I have been....in the spotlight long enough, Ruvindra and I do nothing without a reason.”

So many times I had grinned and spoken those words, so many times and yet others still failed to hear them. I had known for many years that one of my children would rule after me, it was always my plan and indeed it was always my desire to have one of my children paired with a son of Devil. I would not go so far as to arrange a marriage as it were, I do believe in some amount of choice in the matter, that Isola and Kane found one another, uniting Trenus and Paracon, the largest Pack and the only Pack to have never been defeated is a happy coincidence. Of course, it has never been a secret that I have disliked Ammy and Aaliyah’s choice in males, yet with Isola’s position assured I have come to see the benefits in such a thing, in tying my blood to Lucians line through Ammy and indeed, in binding my blood to Jaidah, Bahamut, Demetri and Apollymi thought Tobias. They say loyalty runs within the blood after all and if I so happen to have branched into every useful bloodline in Moladion....well, that’s just coincidence, isn’t it? I saw no need to offer such words to Ruvindra of course, such thoughts are for my own amusement, at least for now yet truly, the next spring will be a rather...interesting time within Moladion and one I look forward too. As for my sons, well, I had other plans that required their attention, but they are for my mind alone. The pale female spoke once more, drawing my thoughts and attention to her own as I chuckled softly again at the words she offered.

“There is always blood to find, Ruvindra and indeed there is work to be done in that area yet there are other, matters, shall we say? That have caught my attention of late, tasks that require me to shine a little less and blend a little more.”

Lips pulled back into a teasing smirk yet again, one eye rising in jest as I offered her toying words and nothing more. I wasn’t lying, I was simply being....indecisive. Angels are famous for their half-truths after all. Besides, if she isn’t going to share, then neither am I, not until have decided she is worthy to hear them anyway. I was content to steer the conversation towards her once more, words gently teasing at the loose edges of the threads of her secrets. Honestly I was going to find out anyway, she might as well simply save herself the effort of concealing. Women however, are notorious for being dramatic about such things. Head tilted politely as she spoke once more, as if her conversation was truly intriguing, as if I were unaware we had changed direction once more. I am not an apprentice Ruvindra, don’t tease me, darling.

“A lost soul is not always one worth finding. Lost souls tend to make...poor choices and the effort of returning them to what they once were is not always worth the price and indeed is not always possible, once they develop a, let’s say, taste, for being lost.”

The grin that touched my lips in that moment was not an entirely pleasant thing, violet eyes seeking her gaze, watching her features, waiting for a little crack, a little slip in her armour. It always came, after all. She continued however, launching into some other dreary topic of conversation though indeed one that allowed me to take control of this meeting with relative ease once more as my features softened a little.

“Indeed, much of Trenus has returned to stand beneath Isola and most of Paracon comes for Kane. They will have an empire all their own soon enough, hardly surprising though. I was a very good alpha and most still follow me and mine. As for Laila, yes, she has returned, with Camelot at her side though of her children I cannot say, I do believe they went missing, an unfortunate thing really. Perhaps Tobias got to them, he got quite a few when the sky fell, though I doubt that. They don’t scream when Tobias kills them, nor does he share with others and from what I hear, sharing freash meat is all the rage lately....don’t you agree?”

Don’t toy with me Ruvindra, you are so out of your league.

h e y e l
The King