Look upon me,

for i am the end incarnate

It is clear that even Kane cannot comprehend the chaotic ways in which Stella's mind works. She has been a creature scorned for the majority of her life, allowing it to wither away in the desolation of the lands outside of Moladion as she receded into the shadows of her youth. She was, by no means, old in her age and yet she had missed so much in the years passing that there is only one want that remains in her mind. She strives for the chance to become a beast of dominant rank - it runs thick in her blood from generations of alpha-bred individuals - and she will accept nothing short of what it is that she was born deserving. The cautious glimmer in his gold and blue eyes only tell that he is taken aback by her strange proposition and perhaps he is a bit wary of opening his home so freely to her. After all, she is known for her devious ways.

But as he considers this for a moment, she is given to throw him a wayward glance, her brow raising in the process as she pushes him to consider his options. His returning gesture only confirms that he is, indeed, thinking deeply of her suggestion and it is in these moments that she witnesses the resolve enter his eyes.

A simpering twitch of her lips is caused by his response. "Cannot or will not? Either way.. a chance to compete against Chance is a prize within itself." She growls with the slightest hint of delight, her icy eyes brightening even in the smallest bit for a moment passing. "I do understand that your.. ahem.. angelic brethren are not as forgiving and generous as you, brother. But I am not a creature who backs down so easily - let them spit their foul words if they please." It is almost a challenge as she speaks to him, her posture growing rigid as her tail flicks at her hindquarters. She will hold her own in Diveen as much as any place she has been before; she lived within Judila with cannibals when she was but a young child, she can surely stand amongst self-proclaimed angels.

Moments of silence passed between them as the sound of another approaching had whirled her attention from Kane, the wind carrying an odor all too familiar to the Amazonian woman of gold and shadows. Her ears perk to attention as the hulking figure of her companion - for lack of a better term - rises from the dawn colored crags behind Kane. He rounds them both, his eyes intent on Kane as his tongue is slid hungrily along his black lips, there is nothing she does but cast him a scrutinizing glance before he is out of her peripheral vision and moving closely next to her. It is when his muzzle is brushed into her scruff that her ears pin tightly against her skull as her lips peel back and she offers a threatening snarl for his blatant actions, her head tipping lightly so that she can view him from the corner of her bloodshot eyes, seeking for his movement to back down.

It is not so much that she does not like this sadistic attention, but the fact that he has shown up at such timing and in front of her brother as well. Who she deals with in her time alone is none of his business and with Lucian now making his presence known, it is likely that Kane will show a lack in trust towards her ever further; she cannot help that she likes them big and mean. "How can I miss you if you are always around?" The words are growled through clenched teeth as she turns her attention from him and back to her half-sibling, her hackles bristled, though she is not so tense as Lucian is allowed the space beside her in these moments.

devil of abraxus x kiska | ten years | no servitude