angels fall and darkness reigns

hehe. plot twists are the best. and sinaaq's always been a butthole, even on wws. ;P Also, to add a gif with our current code system just put [*img]image link here[/*img] (taking out the asterisks of course!) and that should do it! It's been a long time since I used this coding (i'm so used to html, lol) but I remember some little stuff. :P

Disgust for one another seemed to be one of the few things that the darkling and the spine queen had in common with one another; though Sinaaq could not openly claim that this situation surprised him with any sort of measure. He had expected that his behavior would come up into question – particularly his tendency to challenge and his lack of socialization with those whom called themselves his pack mates. Both traits were too much integrated into Sinaaq to be able to change without entirely re-writing his DNA, it felt. His superiority complex was usually either rubbing another the wrong way, or butting heads with someone else's superiority complex and, typically, such things ended rather ugly. Sinaaq felt that he had suffered so much, too much already in his short life span and that he would rather die than left any one walk on him ever again. If that meant challenging when he was expected to meekly obey, and to push away anyone who tried to get in too close, whom tried to steal under his guard by being nothing short of cruel and indifferent then he would make the sacrifice. The backlash he could deal with. It was the pain of losing those that he cared about, the things that he came to care for that utterly destroyed him. He did not know how to deal, how to handle such things other than acting worse than he had previously. It was his only self defense and he used it without mercy, admittedly locking out those that could, perhaps, come to love him in a way that he darkly and covertly desired. And perhaps, he would come to feel the same.

“Obviously not,” Sinaaq returned curtly to her dull bark, drawn in by the outrage burning in her eyes. He enjoyed the knowledge that he had angered her so, though he had not failed to notice that she had not responded to his question in regards to Quicksilver. Her silence on the matter, whether it was true or not, allowed Sinaaq to make his assumption that her response would be yes. Without a confirmation or denial from her he had every intention of going with his assumptions. 

Interestingly enough, it was not until Sinaaq admitted to chasing Mara out that Cara's demeanor seemed to make an abrupt three-sixty. It was amusing to watch and a soft, dark snicker left the darkling as he watched the transformation take place before his very eyes, which had never wavered off of the spine woman. Sinaaq had, had no original intentions of telling anyone for the simple fact that he did not think it was anything he would ever had to have used. Whatever deity reigned – if there truly was such a thing – it seemed hellbent on making Sinaaq admit things he did not wish too as of late. However, it had worked. Or rather, seemed to. He had gotten her attention and distracted her from her mutual contempt for him. Against all his efforts to avoid it, Cara intrigued him, presented an enigma that despite his subjective opinions of her ability to effectively lead the Spine, he wished to pry and delve into and explore. He doubted she would let him, but whether that would stop him was the only presented question.

Likely, it wouldn't.

The spine queen's tone was notably different than it had been mere moments before, her question the same simply different words were used. Still, it did not fail to slip past Sinaaq's notice that the underlining attempt to understand remained. He did not know how to make her understand that he was scared to feel anything other than anger and contempt for anything, because feeling anything else opened up the possibility of getting attached. She did not know that any time he had allowed attachments to form that he had been left to pick up the pieces and bandage up the wounds they had left upon his soul and heart. Possessions were just as bad and even this he internally cringed and shied away from these days. It was better not to feel anything, he had learned. Then again, perhaps she was more intelligent that he had initially decided to give her credit for – in which case, had she been paying enough attention to Quicksilver and him, and his behavioral changes when the other male had decidedly not returned then perhaps she did understand, or at the very least was clued in. He doubted that much attention was paid to him, however, and did not truly consider it beyond the brief lingering of it.

“I hold no intentions of leaving,” Sinaaq responded simply, allowing her to take it how she pleased. However, it's meaning was hard to miss. If she wished for him to depart then she would have to take the effort to force him too. Otherwise, he was not leaving. “Not even Quicksilver's abandonment could change it.” The urge to track him down had been present at first, but that had faded as Sinaaq had hardened himself to a feeling of contempt for his once companion, not wanting to face the fact that he missed the Roux-Abrhen.