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Mask of an Angel~Heart of a Demon
She watched the fem never wavering or cowering away as she would imagine most would do. She was pleased by this Purge and her actions when Purge asked of Maeve she thought for a moment before speaking willingly. �Why would you want to waste you time to hear my story when surly yours is more interesting I�m sure.� She purred she never minded flattering others it was a talent to say the least. �But since you asked; I am nothing more than a young fem with a dark heart.� She half heartedly smiled at her words before continuing; �Because I think we can get along mutually I will tell you my favorite thing to do is play games�I love to play with emotions and twist others to my desires, use them, drag them along until they only desire their death because they can never have what they think they want.� Her grin was dark, cruel even but it felt right and yet so wrong. �I do have a kinder nature to those whom I grow to favor�I am not evil per say but I am dark. I love to see others suffer because of my games and yet those I favor are never to suffer the same fate as well there is a price to pay. Nevertheless to the wolves of this fine place I have met few but observed many. Some seem to hold purpose and use others well�every game needs a few pawns to sacrifice right?� She was overly delighted in her choice of words she didn�t so much desire death in the physical manner but causing havoc never hurt anyone�well not the ones she cared for anyway. She could take care of that much she knew.

�So Purge, will you be telling me your story?� She asked though she truly wanted to know what this female wanted to speak with her about. She remained silent for a brief moment, �Oh, and Purge, I hope what information I have shared won�t go to waste and I trust you will not share that small tidbit with anyone will you my friend?� She used the term friend loosely for she knew so little of her acquaintance, only that she liked being in her presence. She waited silently for Purge to speak and share if she must. She was looking for a teacher to help her sharpen her skills not a leader but an equal for she would not bow to another well not unless it was part of her game. Most loved to be in power and she can play the part of a submissive as long as it was just enough to bring her prey in close enough to crush its throat between her jaws. Who would expect it? Few to none and it made the game worth playing. Playing wounded was the easy part; she loved to let others think they had an advantage when they were simply making it easy to latch her teeth into them. She was closed to the idea of a leader, a true leader at least. Perhaps she may be under one called an alpha but they will hold no power to her... she was her own and this was how it was meant to be.
Maeve

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