It was always a pleasure for Blackthorne to interact with Matianak. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. His half sister tended to push his buttons at the worst times yet he felt enough respect towards her to never directly assault her. Not that she would take such a thing lying down. Underidge had birthed children with the need for chaos, but it was to be expected out of such a madman. Blackthorne had started to understand why Eden had always kept the crazy beast chained to him, if only because it amused the sea king, though the Darkbringer would prefer to rip his father’s throat out. They had never seen eye to eye, nor had Underidge ever liked his only son.

Natiya was, perhaps, the only one who hadn’t been born to chaos, but cultivated by it. The reminder of his litter mate is tucked in the back of his mind – if anyone knew of her, Matianak would be the one.

Thorne laughs at her words, a sparkle in his charcoal eyes as he grins at her. ”They might take you as their Queen but ultimately, you would be their downfall.” A vicious smirk is given. Matianak was the type to kill her mate if it suited her, though she had never taken one.

His smirk turns into a hard frown at her teasing of the Shade, his obvious dislike for the comment on his face. Nyteshade had been named such as a mockery against Underidge, one that had worked very well judging by the way his father had kidnapped the pup, intending to perhaps kill him or re-doctrinate him. Who knew with the silver beast. Ultimately Nyteshade had come out alive and at Blackthorne’s side, though it had taken much discipline to get the boy to heel, mostly due to his spastic way of thinking. His frown eases at her next comment, ears rising from their unconscious fall, his head tilting slightly. ”The Ghost who is just that, a ghost,” he murmurs. ”Would only that he were dead, but no, I’m sure the bastard is alive and off somewhere hoarding Umbra.” The last name is brought up to observe her reaction, knowing how much Matty had disliked her sister’s preferential treatment. A jab for a jab.

They always were so prickly.

Her next question is given, his face turning self-satisfied at the title. One could always stroke his ego, a bit of his vanity shining through. ”I have not decided for I don’t know all the details since my absence. What of Diveen and it’s inhabitants?” It was clear she knew who he was talking about. His feud with Arturio and Azariah had never been private news. He pauses, directing the conversation on an aside. ”What news of our sister, Natiya?” Her name comes out on a dangerous hiss for it was well known that Thorne had always held a possessive paw over her. She had disappeared like smoke after he had left and to his surprise, she had never showed up after him – he had expected her to trail him, to find them, but she never did. Which made him wonder – had she abandoned him or had she become lost? Captured? Where was she?