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It was not his imagination. Darcia was indeed starting to feel the prickle of rain as it stubbornly slid into his ebon cloak, defeating every furry barrier that came against it, eventually hitting soft flesh. The King shivered, the feeling of critters crawling up his spine causing him to eventually just give in and give himself a damn good shake. Droplets flew every which way, splattering the ground with dark spots. For a moment he thought them to be crimson. It would appear... that your memories never truly leave you alone, even if you wish and bargain for their exile. Thankfully these storms that had been raiding the area recently were quiet and quick ones. They lasted for about ten minutes, then moved on to some other place, dropping hell before picking up and booking it as quickly as they had first come. Despite this knowledge, Darcia was not pleased in the slightest. It is said that only females have sexual urges. That males are always willing to do the do, with anyone that was willing. However this was but a stereotype. Or so he thought. Maybe it was just the season. But the more he thought about it, the more jumpy he became. The dark demon was not looking for a mate. If he was specifically looking, Iason would happily gouge his eyes out and dip them in poison. Instea, he was being concious of who he came across. Not that he needed a mate. He could hardly keep up with his own problems these days. A woman at his side was not something he wanted to have to be responsible for. A song broke his train of thought, though it was more like a caboose going super slow on tracks that led to nowhere. Darcia was fine with being alone, and it would always be that way. Though being a male deemed him to yearn for the pleasurable company of a fae, he did not pursue it. The tone he recognized as Summers, probably one of the only vargs within Bright Moon that he actually could say he trusted fully. However the delay in their conversations was starting to irk him, turning his head in a sort of impatient tilt. One more good shake and he was striding that way, fur glistening with drops of crystalline fluid in the newborn sun. He had also yet to make his appearance to Abendrot to find out what the deal was behind the two packs conflicts and if they still lasted to this day. But that could wait until the next full moon. There was another thing, a thought of complete and manic darkness that had been chewing on his tassle lately. The urge to do something that would cause a conflict or something that would assure an ally. And he knew exactly what he was going to do. Save for he would need a woman in order to accomplish the task. His tongue clicked. And he would definitely not be using any of his own pack members.
A scent up ahead caused him alarm, along with the trampling of terra underfoot. For a moment he stood still, watching for whatever had crossed the path, and then he blinked in recognition of the perfume. Iso. Quickly the hessain trailed her, positive that she was going in the same direction that he himself was headed for. Finding himself to be correct, he approached slowly behind her, listening to her words as the duet came into view. His mismatched gaze locked onto Summer and his position on the outside of the territory line and he felt the beginnings of a smirk kiss his lips just a wee bit. It quickly disappeared as he patiently waited for Iso's inquiry to be replied to. For he, as well as she, was interested in the response.
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