So it ever was. So will it always be. Such is the nature of evil.
How fate demands its slice of justice; before him lies the figure of Sever, daughter of Naamah, the plague female who had bewitched his own father. Underidge knew not of this shift in alignment or the past history. It wasn't as if he and Enderly had much of a relationship nor did he care to. Underidge was a loner by nature, only finding within Eden that certain interest that made him wish to follow of his own accord. No one forced him to do anything. He did it simply because he wanted to. It was a sick obsession he had with Eden but then again Underidge didn't function well on any other level. It was either all or nothing; derision or apathy. The very nature of her demeanor was an affront to all that he admired. Weakness, insufferability, and so many more things.
Her touch sets him off but not in the way her mothers touch had set off his father. In fact it is quite the opposite, ears peeling back and his subsequent snapping which only manages to pinch her ear. It would have been satisfying to get a taste of that weak blood. He almost bet it tasted like water, diluted and useless, not thick enough to power the vessel of her small body. Still, killing her was not an option and maybe she could be useful. First he had to get past his violent reaction towards her, ears falling back in scorn while he demands that she do as he says. Not once does she defend herself against his words, neither about her or her mother.
She merely turns and leaves him be and he watches for a time before his eyes glaze and his mind takes on different routes. Thoughts of what it would be like to rip off the offensive leg of a fallen King, thoughts of the dark god that slithers within him. Time passes but it is not much before she returns, the wings of the gull seeming to expand on either side of her face as the tips trail the ground.
Silver eyes refocus on her, tongue peeking from his lips as his belly gathers to attention. Some might be displeased because it is clear the bird was found hurt previously. Underidge was enough of a hunter to know this but what he finds is that she is sufficient. She culls the weak - the weak culling the weak, how about that? So when she drops it at his feet Underidge attacks it with gusto, ignoring her as he tears into the body and swallows feather and meat down his gullet until all that is left is bones with scattered pieces of flesh still clinging to them, feathers, and a very unkempt appearance on his face.
"Very well, Sever, you have earned yourself the right to an audience at least. Unfortunately for you I am not in the habit of being the King's personal servant so you will have to seek him out yourself." Now he smirks at her, clearly amused by this in some twisted way. It wasn't like any of the other wolves would hassle her like he did so she was lucky in that regard.
"But I suggest you do not cower before him. He might not be as kind as I am." Because Underidge was so gracious, of course.
UNDERIDGE
THREE - MALE - NO HEART - STARSHADE'S SOUL
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