So it ever was. So will it always be. Such is the nature of evil.
Was it time yet?
That remained to be seen as he presses his paw into her back and demands an answer. Asking is not part of who he is. Paravana knows this, has fast become used to his presence, and he enjoys how much she has changed. She does not fight back, snarl, or cower before him. Instead, when that dark smirk alights across her muzzle, he finds a similar one responding to it. A closeness to her, an affection that he does not feel for many. Sarabi had been one of the only beings in life who he had cared for in such a manner, his lost sister, and now it was Paravana. He felt a possessiveness for Eden too but not nearly as strong for Eden was a King. He was nothing at all like the rest of them and he required too much attention from others simply because of what he was. Underidge preferred to remain in the shadows, watching as the limelight shifted and followed others about. He was the snake that slithered in the grass, waiting for a moment to strike.
A pleased hum reverberates from the back of his throat at her words, although a selfish part of him wants her to say "I Am Yours." The Shade would not be pleased with such thinking so he banishes the thought rather swiftly, almost regretfully, and nods as she shrugs him off, his paw dropping firmly back onto the dirt floor. What does the Shade need? Nothing, he thinks, staring back at her.
"He is quiet today, content with the souls we have released. It is a mark of our work that he feels such for the world is becoming right once more." It is probably one of his longest speeches, his voice so haphazard and lifting high and low with no real pattern.
"Come, it is time you were brought out to the world." While he had not kept her strictly confined to the den he had monitored her closely, not allowing her far from it, much like a mother with a child. It was doubtful if Eden even suspected that Underidge had a prisoner for he had been distracted by his own family. Under turns from her, easing up and out of the den and stretching his body in the air.
"Lead the way," he states suddenly when she emerges with him, eerie eyes staring at her lovely figure in a soft manner, caressing with his eyes. She had proven herself over and over and this was his gift to her, the time to follow her own instinct, whatever she wished to do - and it was also a test.
Let them see her now and know that she didn't belong to them any longer. She was his. A wicked grin is flashed, eyes glancing in the distance.
UNDERIDGE
FOUR - MALE - NO HEART - STARSHADE'S SOUL
OF GLORALL - ENDERLY X BANSHEE - KILL COUNT (III)