Look upon me,

for i am the end incarnate

The wake of dawn upon the ever lightening night sky has the slow rise of the earth beginning; the colors of the atmosphere above shifting from deep hues of blue and black to pale purple, pink, and yellow. Though she was truly a creature crafted for the welcoming darkness of the late hours, a sunrise was one thing the feral woman appreciated, it brought promise for the prelude to many great things and opportunities in her quest for grandeur. The night may sheath her well but the light allows her to radiate brightly in her destructive beauty.

Tones of orange play against the silhouette of her half-sibling as the sun rises from behind him, giving his pelt a warmer hue than normal as she watches for his reaction. It is when he speaks first that she disregards the stern tone in which he gives and allows him to finish his piece before offering a smug simper. I will admit to nothing. A chuckle follows her response as she looks to the direction that Lucian was now approaching from. “..But yes, I will accept.” Her tone switches to a more serious note as she eyes the hulking silver form of the ex-alpha, her thought process completely diverted from the conversation that she and Kane were having only moments before; it was not Lucian’s place to know what her private dealings were with Kane, as the same is for Kane knowing of her relations with the brindled bastard. His own muzzle bunches up as he detects Lucian’s arrival and it is clear that even he is not entirely assured of the brute’s appearance in the meeting, though it does not seem that he will retract his offer of allowing her a place within his home among his peers.

Her body explodes into the defensive display as she warned him of her distaste in his sudden interruption, but his placid attitude did good to ease her into a more controllable state, her glacial eyes returning to Kane as he now spoke to Lucian in a complacent manner. Stella cannot blame him for the jab that he had given, she had even chosen to strike one at her initial confrontation with the beast, and now she could not be rid of herself with him; but whether Kane truly knows who he is starting with, she is unsure of. He may know the name quite well from the reign that Lucian had over Mirovis at one point, but does he truly know what he is getting into? Boys will be boys and at their ages, they are nothing different from when they were years younger.

The stiffened hackles along her neck and spine slowly begin to trickle back into the uniformity of her pelage and the vicious expression upon her face has long since left, now she is simply a spectator to their little game of words, her interesting growing stale when Lucian begins to ask about the likes of Devil May Cry. She throws him a venomous glare, the tension in the air rising as her fur flares up lightly at the top of her neck again. “It’s of no importance to neither you nor I..” Her words are riled into nearly a growl as she dismisses his inquiry and speaks to Kane again, her tone seeping out rather flat. “I will see you soon - it has come to my attention that a private conversation is needed.” She speaks in regard to Lucian, desiring that her brother leave them be for a moment of conversation with the male, if not for her own sanity. She wasn’t entirely sure that she could keep her devils at bay between the incessant bickering and useless exchange of words among the two of them.

It was already enough that Lucian had come at a time he was most unwanted and likely heard things she did not want for him to hear.

devil of abraxus x kiska | ten years | no servitude