So it ever was. So will it always be. Such is the nature of evil.
While she views him as peculiar so does he think that she is peculiar. It might be the simple fact that her voice does not grate on his nerves and that his ears seemed to enjoy the sound of it. The way her fur glistens and her scent thickens in the air. The water and lightening lend her a lovely shade of colors, the pale gray of the day seeming to soften her already wispy fur into an ephemeral coat. He already has the position within the pack that he was striving for and that is enough for him. He does not flutter and ponder on what he should do with his life; his family had no ideals. There was Banshee, who no longer was around, Sarabi, would came and vanished like the mist of the mornings, and Enderly, who did not care one whit for him and who he did not care for either. Out of the three the only one that Underidge could honestly say he missed was Sarabi and that was the kind of ache that one had when they were hungry, that need to consume.
It is the same feeling that rises slowly but inexorably within Underidge. Each moment that passes with the rainbow girl in his sight it grows stronger. More demanding. There are urges within Underidge and such urges can never be eschewed. As he stares at her with the water obscuring his silver eyes from a complete view his tongue traces across his lips, almost like a snake scenting the air, and his claws dig into the soft floor of the cavern. There is a sense of possession that comes over him. It is reminiscent of his feeling of Eden or Achlys yet altogether a different sense. Eden is his obsession and Achlys is his follower but Paravana was something... else. What word could he use to describe the sudden certainty with which he knew that she was his?
In the blink of an eye she stands and his own body tenses, eager to rise to meet her yet unwilling to show such interest. Underidge is a viper in wait, slowly uncoiling. Patient... hungering. She is taller than him and much thinner, her body more leg than anything. A runner, no doubt, but his own legs are lengthy and he would not hesitate to catch this prey set before him. There was no other option because, he decided, he was not letting her go.
She feels it, he is assured, for she draws closer to him. Closer and closer into his trap, his silver eyes trailing her movements in that dispassionate manner that he could attain with such ease. Paravana. What a name. It wasn't pretty but it wasn't ugly. It was different, much in the way her fur is different and her eyes are different and her voice is different. It is fitting.
His eyes seem to glow at her words, his body rising with a very slow precision so that he stands and steps once towards her. Her paws move light across the ground where his dig in, leaving behind the crescents of his claws.
"My god. The Shade. He is here with me. In me. I am one of his vessels, chosen and ordained. He is interested in you, Paravana," he speaks now, his coarse words suddenly turning silky in the manner passed down from his father. It is only talk of his god that can condone such suave words.
Suddenly his head snaps up, nostrils flaring as if he scents something, yet it is merely the pressure in his chest. The knowledge that he HAS to get her back to a place where she will remain his.
"We must go. Now." His voice was deadpan once more as he steps forward.
"I can tell you who I am and more of it, but we must go for now." He is crazy, really, but he holds out the carrot of information as if it is a golden prize for Paravana. She will come with him one way or another as he steps into the sheet of rain, turning his head over his shoulders to see if she follows. Perhaps his words have pressed a sense of fear and doom over her so that she can see nothing but the need to follow him away from whatever it is that Underidge seems to think is there or coming. If she balks then he will have to turn back and try another tactic, although his lips curve into a bare semblance of a smile, eyes flashing in the downpour as if he is harmless.
"My name..." he shouts over the wind, letting it fade out before pressing onward, a trail of breadcrumbs that would lead them all the way to Glorall if she would but follow. His rainbow-eyed non-princess of Diveen.
UNDERIDGE
THREE - MALE - NO HEART - STARSHADE'S SOUL
OF GLORALL - ENDERLY X BANSHEE - KILL COUNT (II)