Trust was such a fragile thing. It can be easily handed out or hard to obtain, but either way, breaking trust is one of the most cruel sins of all. I have never put my trust in another, simply because I had no need nor desire to do so. Now on the other hand, wolves had quite often put their trust into me; a foolish thing I might add, but not always did I step upon that trust. So its quite possible for Enderly to put his trust in me and for me to hold true to that trust. Who knows really, i'm a very unpredictable creature. Though one thing stands true though, Enderly would have to mean something to me for me to accept his trust, and even more for me to consider putting my trust into such a wiley creature as he.
I will always be a trickster, it is in my nature, no, my blood. I am unpredictable and I always will be, so its really up to Enderly if I am someone he wants to put the effort into. I know not of his past, nor of the females that he placed interest in before me, but that means little to me. I would stay if I saw fit, I would leave if I saw fit. He would need to work, to show me or give me a reason why it is him I should stay with. Because I really do adore that mind of his, but I won't waste my time playing with him when there could be better out there. I require the best you see, and I will take nothing less.
I watch in curiosity as his jaws snap at nothing, like he is almost attempting to will a mouse there to kill. What an odd reaction, but it sparked an excitement in me. Had I pushed his buttons in the correct order this time? He looks up at me with those burning silver eyes and I stare back, my gaze unwavering. Then his lips curl back into a snarl and I find myself ecstatic. Apparently the silver tongued male did not like being compared to other males, being brought down to their level. It was quite an amusing thought and one I was thoroughly pleased with. I had sparked an anger in him, swirled that storm inside of him, and that was a fun thought.
He relaxes himself, allowing his demeanor to calm and his snarl to swiftly change to a sly grin, something that adorns his features in a much more pleasant manner than the snarl. He sits down, staring up at me with the same grin. "Indeed I do, goddess. Tell me of yourself. Why come down here with us mortals and from whence did you come?" he asks. I grin, almost like i'm about to slip him some beautiful lie, but why? He gains nothing from the truth, gains nothing to contort and turn upon me, and there was nothing special, so let him have his truth. "She comes down looking for some form of entertainment. Boredom rots the minds they say, and she hails from a truly boring place where the wolves are no fun anymore for her games", I say, the flare in my words matching his own.
"What of you, my dear Enderly. Have you lived here long?" I asked, now wanting to pick at his life a bit, get to know him a little more.
(6 years/ Controls none/ Deceives none/ Loner)
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