The roses have wilted…
...the violets are dead...
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She answered him, her sweet soprano trembling as she spoke, but not from song. No, rather the vibrato in her vocals was from fear… And Perdere ate it up. For it was upon fear that the demon fed, his ego enjoying the power he gained from it. It was almost as necessary to his survival as food was to his body's survival. After all, Perdere was not the rightful owner of this skin and flesh and bone... he was a fractured part of the mind, the part that enjoyed torture of all kinds, enjoyed putting fear in others' hearts... it was possible that if he did not constantly feed into that part of him that he would wither into oblivion, relinquishing his hold on Akuji. At any rate, whether it was necessary or not, what he enjoyed most was seeing the fear grow in another’s eyes brought about by his actions, and his actions only, and this one was fully engulfed it. He could feel it coming off of her in delicious throbbing waves. Shilo had apparently been taking his advice, for the flicker of recognition was there, telling of her knowledge of him… Intrigue grew within him and he longed to know whether she saw him as Akuji or Perdere. Which would be worse for her, or rather, more amusing for Perdere himself? For her uncle to be torturing her? Or the broken mind of her uncle who was trained to both carry this out and to enjoy it? Which would she fear more, which would she hate more? Which ever it was, the answer would have to wait until later. For right now, he wanted to delve into her mind and seek out the answers he needed. The only two questions were thus - whether or not she would lie to him, and whether or not he would be able to tell.
"You joined a new pack, did you? How is it that an alpha would accept you into their domain? After all, kalaks or not loved in this land, their treacherous ways scorned by the native inhabitants of this place… And a pack is nothing but as weak as the most fragile of its links… And that would most definitely be you, dear Shilo. So, tell me, which pack was it? Do not lie to me, child, for even if I think you are, my wrath shall rain down upon you, and you will find that there is no guilt within me for the crimes I commit."
He paused, and looked her over. As far as kalaks went, she was a delicacy - but that was not meant entirely as a compliment. The only thing worthwhile about her would be her blood - that of a royal. If they were back in Faraway, she would be snatched up by any brute with even a drop of royal blood, who could use her as a breeding bitch to spawn a new batch of heirs to the throne for their own claim to it. She would be the one who would technically rule, but every decision would fall to her mate to decide, who would no doubt turn her into a ball of submission. It was sad really… No, not sad. Pathetic. The kalaks celebrated and respected strength and power… And Shilo had neither. Perhaps it would be merciful, a kindness really, to turn her over to Ainae - she would not have to suffer the world her weakness any longer. At any rate, he would decide what to do with her shortly - Perdere had no desire to become Ainae's slave… But to be honest, he was surprised that Farant had hold her the singular word that would bind Perdere to Ainae… Farant had trusted no one... so how then, or rather, why then had he entrusted this to Ainae? Perhaps it was because of the body he used, but Perdere didn’t really trust anyone either. Ainae could potentially be lying about knowing it... but Perdere could not risk it. But nor could he trust Ainae to keep her word to not enslave him as soon as he delivered the heirs to her. He would have to be smart, and have insurance of his own freedom.
His attention turned back to Shilo, and he decided to test her. "So, you had no idea that Tiresias was still life? And in this area, too, I am told. What a shame it is that two siblings lived so close to one another, and yet were never reunited…" The titan was fishing - Perdere knew that Tiresias was alive, but had no idea where he was. He could only hope that Shilo would slip up and reveal something, anything. "Here’s the new king you see, with your grandfather Farant dead, and his loyal subjects are searching for him. But if he does not claim the throne in a few weeks time, he will forfeit it, and his fate will be sealed as a outcast, as an exiled prince. Which so happens to carry the sentence of death should any loyal to the throne come upon him after his deadline. Now that would… Well that would be a real pity, wouldn’t it? Too bad I do not know where he is to help him get back…"
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The demons run circles…
...round and round in my head...
||Akuji is dead Perdere|| ||Untainted heart|| ||Caidir Olc|| ||Adult||
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