something somewhere out there keeps calling
SEEKING RAKUEN
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Naturally, the woman was indeed a valkyrie of some sort. Her first reaction to him had been one of defense, and even after her hackles had lowered back down to their rightful positions, Darcia could almost see the fight in her portals. She was trouble with a capital T. Wolves such as she, who could not control the inner demon within themselves were something to be aware and wary of. Sometimes it is not just the will to fight that drives them. Sometimes it is more psychological and mentally engraved into their brain. Many of the soldiers that he and Iason ahd grown up around were like this. They had lost themselves to the darkness within their own bodies, allowing it to overcome them. To envelope them in a miasma so potent that it choked out all the light. Some say that light always exists, no matter how horrible the actions a person has committed. That is not true. It would never be true. For if one is so lost within darkness, the light will not filter through. It will not abandon hope on the soul, but its warmth will surely never reach the physique of the creature again. A purr erupted from the fae's larynx as she sat up, casting her gaze to the mismatched one of her leader. A smile touched her kissers, but the gesture brought nothing out of the regal so far from her. Alpha is out here, what is he looking for? Her words were as choppy as ever... perhaps a lesson in speech... Something that has long since left this land, though is bound to return... If she was going to pry, she wasn't going to get any useful information out of him. For one, Darcia had merely been wandering, and two, he was not a mysterious man. Sure, he may seem to be, but there were no secrets that he would be unwilling to share. Keeping information to oneself was like putting a glass in between two lovers. The feeling of being alive was the brush of skin, the ability to feel flesh pound against flesh.
A crooked smirk takes hold of her features and she rises to her pillars. Yes storm does brew. Looks like rough one. Indeed. Though it had been Darcia himself to initiate the small conversation that was to occur between the two, it was up to her to keep it going. Taking note of just how smoothly words could be exchanged between the two was the first step in any kind of relationship. Though the dark King was not looking for any "friends with benefits" from this one, it was good to know that one would not take a sabre and pierce your heart through your back. It would never happen, as Darcia had Iason at his side, and had military tactics of his own, but one could always be prepared. What it like holding such power? This power is reason why my body is littered with scars. Her question was an interesting one. The dark vampire set himself on his rump and chuckled throatily, a sound that sung with masculine beauty. It is proof that I am in the running to be greater than the cur who ran the hellhouse I was born into. But, truth be told, I am more interested in the real King. He smiled, ivories flashing brilliantly. Ah-- this is what made Darcia that much different from any other male ruler in Blossom Forest. And the real King is those who are in the pack. Without everyone, I am nothing. I am merely here to provide guidance for the next generation. I live to protect and support everyone under my care... if I died protecting no one, then my life will have been for naught. He twitched his tassel. Why do you wish for power?
darcia
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