So it ever was. So will it always be. Such is the nature of evil.
This is one of the defining moments of his life as he sits between her and freedom, a freedom in which she will come to learn is false no matter what, and he begins to train her. The Shade is pleased with this for the burning in his chest becomes an ember, a simple warmth of agreement that burns away any discomfort from the wet that still clings to his silver fur. It would not be an easy task to bring her to the truth of things for she has been taught so long of all the incorrect manners that he is certain she will rebel. He can see it in her lovely rainbow eyes as she looks at him, all delicate vulnerability and firm planning, and his canny eyes stare straight into her own as if to impart on her the truth: there was no getting otu of this. There was no hope. She was his.
It gave him a thrill of desire to see her before him, bedraggled and to know that she would not be leaving him. Paravana had, in her folly, came into the midst of a monster without the proper protection and her beauty had afforded him a sort of glazed sense of wonder. If only he knew that her father had decided to usurp the usurper and take over and that now she technically was a princess, then he would beam at her with his teeth shining and mocking, daring the princess to demand to be let go by the fiend. She was his acolyte now.
Was that acceptance in her eyes or was it beguiling slyness? His eyes narrow on hers as he tries to figure out if she is playing him, playing along, or actually curious. It would not be in her best interest to throw away such information he gives her, that was for certain, and his lips peel up in the barest of hints of a snarl to reveal his canines slightly. Not that Underidge has to explain to her why he is snarling at her. Then she questions him with her paws crossed in a way that seems relaxed and he looks at her with an indifferent expression, although there is approval in the light of his eyes.
"Yes, that is exactly it. The world is SICK of those who are too weak to care for themselves. See, Para, if a moose herd slows down to care for it's old buck with a lame leg then they risk all being slaughtered, do they not? If not by us wolves then by the harshness of winter. So they leave him behind and he will perish, as is his right, and all is in balance once more. Why are we any different? Why do we keep the old and infirm around who cannot anymore take care of themselves or help the needs of a pack? Why then do they survive, basking in the sunshine and being brought food like a King or a Queen? Or a child who is born unhealthy and no nourishment can fix his body? Why then, must the pack expend resources and time on healing such a creature that cannot be healed? You will see in time, Para. I guarantee you will."
He quiets suddenly, staring at her then abruptly says in a snippy tone,
"Sleep. I will wake you when it is time to train. Don't think about trying to get past me. I won't mind biting you in the foot and making you walk on it," and now he grins at her, a devilish grin that has little mirth and more a dare in it.
(I figured if you want you can end here or if you feel like replying you can do a closer since we are working on another thread :D)
UNDERIDGE
THREE - MALE - NO HEART - STARSHADE'S SOUL
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