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there came a release of the intention that gathered, that dissipated as soon as the male sunk back into the pool. the woman found herself dimly acknowledging the awesome power of the male, who with a simple act was able to shift the tides of what transpired around them. his words, though simply, spoke of something greater, some brutal intellect. a nobody, he claimed himself to be. a nobody here, perhaps, but it was easy to sense that he possessed a primal power that ought to make him somebody, someday. 

gaze remained cold, distant, stance still. even though she stood, and he lay within the pool, she felt a sort of dominance radiated from him that she could not match. it frustrated her, this silent power that he had, but all the more intrigued her. " In a pack I once ran with, they praised a Sithis. He was said to be primordial, chaos, darkness incarnate."  There was little she remembered about Blackfeather, but whispers of one of their gods had stuck with her. "If their myth ever came close to being made flesh, you are the closest I have seen."  she answered, truthfully.