So it ever was. So will it always be. Such is the nature of evil.
Some might be daunted by the very presence of this lustrous female in a den such as his. Some might even care how she looks upon him, although Paravana is skilled enough to at least not visibly show her internal grief. It comes across in the most broken of moments, the breathless gasp of air or the falter of syllables. His attuned ears catch each moment, his chest swelling and his eyes staring hard at her. As if he could imprint upon her the importance of this moment. Didn't she realize what an honor it was to become one of his selected? Of course not. Her family has no doubt taught her foolish notions that he must first disabuse her of before paving the way to a more acceptable understanding of life.
It is almost surprising to him that she does not try to bolt past or to pin him against the wall. He expected her to fight back as she had tried to do, if only for a moment, in the rain. Maybe she was bred for gentility, a noblewoman in her own right. Too bad, he thinks, because Underidge would not let her keep such a notion even if she had one.
Almost he wishes to sit there and stare her into willful silence, to simply gloat over the prize he has stolen for with each lightning bolt the brightens the sky he sees the glitter of gold in her fur, the twinkle of her eyes, and it is fetching. Paravana was a lovely prize. Rather than simply acquiesce to him, though, she questions in him in a curious fashion - perhaps fearful? - and he remains silent for a beat too long so that she might feel uncertain in her position. First she must understand the rules - Underidge is the Vessel. She is his charge, thus she must always go through him and he will always be above her in power.
"You must first understand the reason the Shade has come here to our plane," he says calmly, soothingly almost.
"This world is filled with beings past their prime. Weaklings that have crossed the border from the spiritual into the material by happenstance. The Shade wishes to see this earth restored to the glory of before, when all was strong and bountiful. Do you see how this is beneficial to us, Paravana? To have a world that is plentiful so that we may survive?" He coaxes her to answer, never moving and never letting his gaze stray from her.
UNDERIDGE
THREE - MALE - NO HEART - STARSHADE'S SOUL
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