Well, it should not have come as such a surprise that he wasn't talking very much. Intelligent conversation from somebody who had chosen to leave Moladion's strongest wolves for a filthy land full of cannibals and crackpots? It was folly to ever believe she'd get more than a dreary and static response. Sigh - perhaps she'd just get this over and find one of the others on her list. It wasn't like they were going to offer her much more than Vague was so she might as well get them all over and done with; for Demons, they weren't particularly frightening. Sighing lightly, she forced herself to make eye contact one more with him rather than letting them wander away to more exciting things - like the hawks that circled in the distance, for example.
"You and your lot have piked the interest of those who are, well, sworn to kill your kind," she sighed, her ears flickering about in boredom, "Demon or not, you are expected to keep your wolves in check and yet - alas - there are so many corpses littering the ground with Iromar all over them. Cut the head off the beast and the beast dies."
Again, a response hardly fitting to her question - hell, he was making her angry. Did he even have a brain in that thick skull of his or had it been filled up with swamp water and filth? Perhaps every wolf like Tobias eventually deteriorated into a mess, unable to speak or even think. Would he even understand what she said or would she need to talk nice and slow for it to sink in? Urgh, it was so painful to have to deal with simple minded, one worded answers. She'd have to have a word to Heyel about how to deal with this if she were to have to deal with it over and over again in her lifetime. It's only when she returned the favor of discussing Amir did his facade change; he seemed amused which brought her brows up in silent query. If he was amused then she was dying to know why. He will need it.
"And why exactly will he need it? Still haven't given up your silly little vendetta?" she questioned, her voice sharp and probing as all her attention switched back to him. Was that his plan? To march on Diveen in search of Amir? It would have been a decent plan - after all, all the packs were fresh once more and minimal in numbers - but did he not consider the facts? The fact that Diveen housed every Assassin within Moladion that were sworn to defend their Queen and thus everybody beneath her rule? It was good though. If he came, maybe she'd still get the chance to teach him a lesson - after all, if he was not labeled a Demon, she would have lesser reason to hunt him.
Unless he came seeking blood within Diveen.
"You honestly believe you will get by our warriors? That you, a runt, will even get a glimpse of Amir before the Assassins - or himself - takes your throat for a trinket?" she again pressed, her features falling into a dark frown. Honestly he was infuriating. Had he always been so maddening? No wonder his mate had lost her mind! Dealing with the simplicity of such a mind would have made anybody's brain melt away. "You haven't a chance in the world, wolf."
With that, she stood to her feet, her tail flicking out behind her and her features remaining cold and sour. She again stood over him as he began to babble on briefly about Jaidah; he claimed to not even like her and yet, why did he allow her to run rabid beneath his rule? Honestly, Ruvindra must have had a tight hold on his throat if he was forced to accept his would-be killer. Oh - the things he'd do for the love of a deranged Queen! Still, for the time being, she would have to accept his word for truth; if he lied to her? Well, that would make the ultimate goal even more bittersweet. Not only would she rid the world of one more Demon but of a liar, too.
"Vos may non esse daemon," she spat, beginning in a slow circle around him once more, her strides long and her body held rigged, "But your time will come, let that be known."
("You may not be a Demon.")
"And let it be known that your mate's time shall come too; your mate and all those that kill beneath her in that cesspool you call a home."
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