So it ever was. So will it always be. Such is the nature of evil.
They both sit in their opposite sides of the cavern and while she attempts to not stare at him Underidge does not hold back with the same inhibition. Rules and boundaries are nothing in the grand scheme of things; he does not intend to honor or obey them. A wolf must learn how to take care of themselves in such a situation and if she felt offense at it she would either tell him or show him her disapproval. Of course Underidge would certainly strike back. Yet... he hopes she does not. There is something strange about her, the calm sense of confidence and peace that she carries, and he has to admit in a rather startling bolt that she is pretty. Never has Underidge considered another in such capacity. Oh he could certainly find the ugliness in others. Like that pup he had killed with it's snotty nose and running eyes and disgusting wheezing. Death had been a kindness to it even if his doing hadn't been out of any sort of missionary work.
He can smell the thick scent of Diveen upon her pelt, heightened by the raindrops that had soaked into her fur. There were many of them he had heard. The largest pack in Molodian. What did he care for such talk? They were wolves. Nothing great about them - calling themselves Angels and those from Iromar Demons. They knew NOTHING of angels or demons. The very idea makes his hackles want to rise as he pins her beneath his silver eyes; does she think the same? That she is better and he is lower, even if he is not of the so called demon lineage? Would that she knew of the god that swirls inside of him, tasting the air and finding this girl unworthy of his attentions so far.
But that was The Shade - not Underidge.
It is implied that I am, she says, and his eyes narrow in his own curiosity at the statement. She does not boast or deny it and maybe she is confused on it herself.
"There are gods, you realize, who think the same. Yet even they must have vessels to survive. None of us are above the cycle of life, though, and death. Death is inevitable." His words are firm now as he nods his head curtly, as if he has said something extremely profound.
"You are from Diveen. Who are you? A Princess or a serf?" He doesn't offer his own name yet, but she has only to ask. He does not think of such formalities, not out of disapproval but sheer negligence.
UNDERIDGE
THREE - MALE - NO HEART - STARSHADE'S SOUL
OF GLORALL - ENDERLY X BANSHEE - KILL COUNT (II)