do not go gentle into that good night

A measuring look is given to Kajika at his words. Natiya's ears flip back in warning as she stares at the dual-toned male in a sort of awakened sense of purpose. Did he threaten her brother? Blackthorne's tight grin, malice lurking in his eyes, is enough to warn her that this was a tense moment. Whatever this boy had done before stuck in Thorne's mind yet the Pharoah arrives with a claiming lick. Thorne watches it with a roll of his eyes, given to dramatics as she gives Sekhmet a salacious look. She was a handsome female, if a bit on the heavier side, and full of power. The Darkbringer was lured by things of beauty and power, after all, so it is no wonder the pair had fallen together in a haphazard, if tense, friendship.

Kajika bids to stay behind and Thorne makes a chuffing noise in the back of his throat. It was obvious he was being a gracious 'host' to try and pepper Natiya for more information as well as block her from traveling. They did not trust him fully. Good. It was never wise to trust a snake and would prove their folly if they did so. With a wink to Kajika, he turns and begins to walk with the Nameless One. Swiftly she moved in front of him as they are blocked from view from the others and he pauses, raising a brow at her indolently.

Her next words, along with the silent snarl, make his lips twitch as he sits back on his haunches, reclining. Theirs is a tentative alliance built on a myriad of secrets that they have shared. He did not think the Nameless One would risk it so soon into her reign. "I have given it thought and I have not come to the conclusion yet, mighty one. I accede to your point, however, and it is a temptation that I crave." In response to his words, his lips rise, teeth gnashing as his gums ache for something to seek purchase to. To weed his weakness from him. Was that really the way of things?

"She is a foolish, stupid girl. I do not think she looks for strength so much as for 'good.' Bah, what is good except prey that rolls over and shows their belly? Hmm? Do you brook weakness in your pack, my behemoth? No. I don't think you do. Was your soul the same? Foolish?" He is, after all, one with a silver tongue and open mouth and he spouts it all with the same intense anger as he had before. Mind your teeth, she says, and he responds with a fanged grin that dares her to step closer, even if he isn't of a mind to fight her. Play with, perhaps, but he gains nothing from fighting with her. "Are we hunting souls or something a bit more meek? What did your soul taste like? Did you taste him after he was gone?"