Clearly, Ruvindra does not fully grasp the delicate dance, the foreplay, the intrigue web of tangles and coils that is the fine art of a conversation such as this. Granted, the girl was hardly incapable, yet she more often then not allowed either her words or a slip of her features to allow her to go blundering towards her own demise. I suppose I can hardly blame her for the narrowing of her eyes, the slight irritation in her features as I turn my ever-so-handsome smirk upon her own and enjoy the irritation of my presence and not-so-tactful probing. Honestly I could be entirely more tactful or blatant should I choose and yet I was so enjoying this game. It has been far, far to long since I have found myself in the company of another who can play nearly half so well as she- and yet, it was what had allowed me to form an alliance with her once before. She had an energy about her, an air of understanding and ability and quite honestly I knew a creature capable of succeeding when I saw one. Her first defeat had been a surprising thing, her ascension to her place atop others not so much. Yet her apparent extracurricular activities were surely the source of my potent dislike of her. I...trusted her, I suppose, at least in some way. I had allowed her to live with me, granted her my protection, done nothing but allow her to live in peace and raise her children. If I could bring back the ones she lost I would and yet I had done these things because I believed her to be worth my time. I believed her to be valuable and useful, to be strong and worthy of such investment. If I had felt her to be entirely useless like Lucian or Hyperion or Abraxus I would have left her to rot in the ashes of her broken kingdom. I am rarely wrong in my judgment of others and yet if the rumours are true, if she continues to play her silly game, if she continues to reject my offer to admit willingly what she has done then so be it. I will be forced to concede that about this one, single wolf- I had been wrong. She was weak and useless, pathetic and corrupted by her own weakness and self-pity. I had lost my infant sons and my mate, wounds that would never, never heal and yet I still stand up each day, I live and breathe fro the children I have left and still allow my daughter, Queen or not, to lean on my side. At least I have never misjudged myself.

Her chuckle drew the light of my gaze back to her own, head tilting slightly as I contemplated the sound in as much the same way as I might have twirled my hair around my claw were I capable of such a thing, her words spilt forward in a tone of almost delicate tease. Truly, if she had gone over to the dark-side, for want of a better phrase, that it was rather a waste- she was a truly fine creature in appearance, an exceptional choice of mate....if not for her apparent cannibalism anyway. Her words however, did earn her a true grin in that moment, my own rumbling laughter seething through my fangs.

“I deal in souls, it goes hand and hand with the whole Angel and Art thing. We get taught rather a lot about them....as for myself however, no, I don’t think I’ve ever been lost. I have always known what I am and what I am capable of.”

One eye lifted slightly, a question unspoken in that moment before we continued on, her own eyes lifting, lips pulling back to flash the very briefest glimpse of the fangs beneath as she composed her features with a graceful ease. She truly was a skilful creature. Indeed, had this been another time, another place or life she might well have made an assassin yet. She had rather the pelt and look for it after all and she was evidently good a killing things- or had been thusly accused of it. It was there however, that her tact and skill seemed to end, her words still feminine and light, yet losing much of their jest and quite honestly ruining the game. Violet eyes flickered towards her own, irritation flicking within at her destruction of my entertainment and yet....I can be just as irritating when I choose. After all, King of Diveen and Trenus would never have been enough, I rather like King of Moladion myself and as it stands, as Ruvindra has proven- Queens are still apparently content to come to my call. I smirked lightly, tail flicking a moment behind as I shook my head in apparent dismay.

“Tsk, tsk, Ruvindra. You still come when you’re called so I expect you to stay until your dismissed, mind yourself there darling.”

I flashed another grin, hardly pleasant before continuing on.

“But- if it is your desire to be blunt today, then so be it, as it happens I have other matters to attend to myself. Tell me Ruvindra and tell me honestly for I shall know if you lie. What happened in the crater that night? You were seen in the company of Jaidah, Fatality and Tobias, hardly honest companions and surely by now I know I have eyes everywhere. What happened to the pups Ruvindra and did you or did you not taste their flesh? Think carefully now.”


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The King