Step Right Up!!

It does not take the white behemoth long to begin feeling rather pleasant in the female's respectful presence. Her reflective eyes not once leaving the other wolf's gaze, the corners of her mouth twitching up in a slight smile. Yes, she was going to like this alliance. There was an unspoken pride in the wolf before the beast, and her not-quite-there gaze spoke of memories. Oh, the stories she must have. It must be interesting living with supposed demons, and purge finds herself growing more and more curious about the inner workings of this particular pack. Perhaps, one day she will be honored with a guest appearance at one of their meetings. "It will be fun to see just what they do after their fall from grace. I am honored to have such an ally, and one who comes with healing abilities." Purge gives a rather interesting smile, her gaze lighting up oddly as she watches to see how this wolf would be affected.

Had she not been found, had this female truly succeeded in her theft - rather, had she not taken the signal of invitation from Ruvindra - this situation would be entirely different. She would not be kept like some pet to be stowed away until she could be free. Not Purge, she would rather rip her would-be captor to barely recognizable shreds. But, luckily for the wolf who had her undivided attention now, the black magic woman gives her respect. Ruvindra did not have to invite her so sweetly, to have spouted a poem to lure her in with siren's rhythm, it was a simple song that would have brought her. Either way, "So tell me. Would you be interested in helping me topple their dirt patch? Perhaps...in passing, of course...you could tell others of like mind to you and I - or even those who wish to have their dreams of equality and peace...those of dark minds seeking acceptance or dominance. Anyone who would be willing to help me, and you, and your leaders...Would you tell them to seek me?" She gives a genuinely warm smile to the pure pelted female, her eyes flashing dreamily in the light. For the first time since becoming the monster, Purge feels her tail begin to wave. Slowly, but surely, it gains speed, until it is a simple and slow wag. Excitement flickers almost puppy-like through those expressive reflective surfaces, but in a heartbeat it is gone. And one has to wonder if she had even made the gesture, her posture now statuesque, expression rigid. Will she get the word out this way? Could she really start something here?