They were polar opposites, though they would never know it. Dimitri, with his apathetic shrug; Devlin, with his never-satiated hunger. They were twins from opposite sides of the womb, perfectly mirrored, yin and yang -- and what a shame, they'd never truly appreciate just how ironic this meeting of theirs was.

Devlin matched this stranger's unflinching gaze with an equally unyielding stare of his own. He was not trying to frighten the male -- no, quite the opposite. He was simply intrigued by the creature, unable to turn his gaze away as if he feared he might miss some particularly salivatory detail...

He couldn't help but to appreciate the dark male's choice of word: skulking. He liked that word, it seemed... strangely fitting. Besides, it was nice to know he'd managed to find someone with enough brain capacity to have a decent vocabulary.

Devlin shifted his weight, kicking his hind legs languidly out to one side. He inclined his head, finally shifting his gaze away from the strange male, as if pondering the possibilities of what he could say.

Devlin closed his eyes and casually popped the joints in his neck, before returning his level gaze to Dimitri.

"I suppose I'm probably doing the same thing you are." He arched a brow. "Avoiding all the shit down there." With a jerk of his head, he gestured down at the land which spread out below them.

But that wasn't the truth, not really. Devlin loved to lie, and lie he did. He lied when the situation called for it, and he lied when it didn't matter either way. He lied to toy with emotions, he lied to get what he wanted, he lied for the sheer enjoyment of lying.

Over the years, he had mastered the skill of twisting false words, letting them foam up from his throat and spill from his mouth as easily as if they were true. Now he tapped his tail casually against the cold stone, half-lidded eyes staring investigatively into Dimitri. His wolfish grin broadened.

"Or is that not why you're here?"

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