a sweet tooth for genocide,
a heretic in the family tree selling misery flavored candy!
I listen intently, feeling the wolf out as he spoke to me of the mountain and his family. Those were shadows I understood well, and though this may be his only reason for living here if he chooses, I find I can accept such a thing. It was what led me out of my own home to make something of myself here. It was what drove me to keep what I had taken, the fact that I had made it myself. That I would be the collector of shadows, the asylum for the mad without the bars and beds, even a place for those who cannot fit anywhere else. I am hoping he is a tolerant wolf, able to understand the differences of his pack members should he decide to take up residence within my kingdom. I listen to all he has to say before speaking again, my features nearly unreadable, I am only letting my study of his frame show upon my face.
"Fast you say? I can see such from the look of you. Silent? Perhaps on your paws. I need spies, yes, for keeping eyes on other packs. I need loyalty first, is this another of your skills, or will Asteraia be left in your wake when you out grow us?" My voice is like the wings of a butterfly, light and sweet to the ears, but there is an underlying strength in my words. I want to let him in, truly we could use a wolf with such skills, but would we only be a stepping stone? I take him further into the plains, walking beside him and letting the others who may be watching that I am with Galileo, and he is not to be harmed. He seemed rather sweet, and while it was commendable, this is no place for sweetness. I wonder how he will fit in here, my monsters are wolves too, but not everyone understands this. Would he see only the darkness and demons, or can he see passed this?
mistress, five, 35in/150lbs, white w/ electric jade eyes
no one held down, no one captivated,
created widow, gehenna, shaddix, balor, & raum (x Reaver),
Night Mother of Asteraia
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