I cannot help but wonder who it is that he would take if I gave him the opportunity. Who else, I think, would fall short of his expectations? The fallen king, to be sure, yet we are unanimous on that belief. Someday, it will be all too easy to take him. Perhaps he is safe for now while he is capable of hiding beneath the shadow of a son yet, Eve is right. Everybody falls eventually. When such a time comes, it will not simply be Iromar's king that falls. Until then, I suppose we ought to start elsewhere. If Solaris is correct, there may be a new form of cancer laying dormant in Moladion.
There are few wolves that wear the expressions that Underidge does. They are cold and mercilous, a mirror of the acidity in my voice. My brow twitches up in response to his satisfaction, noting the fleeting moment that passes across his face; I am glad he will at least enjoy this. It must be done and he is the only one I can think of who will make Abel want it.
I, too, am satisfied with this. I allow my own lips to briefly pull up in a fanged grin;
But there is something else now. Somebody else. His father, he says. I can feel the tension that radiates off him - vehement and savage in its ferocity. I have not seen him in such a state before and I cannot help but feel my lips crack open in an amused grin.