angels fall and darkness reigns

Sinaaq felt her eyes slide down his face, contemplating, Sinaaq assumed, if he was worth the effort, if the risk was one she was willing to make. So easily, she could deny him a place within the Spine further, which might, admittedly, make her life measurably easier. She was delusional if she did not think that this would remain the first and last time that Sinaaq questioned her, nor that they ended up clashing together like two forces of nature. The darkling had allowed himself to be tamed: by love, by obedience once before and losing Solia in the manner that he had, had nearly destroyed him. Each claim that the Arrluk brazenly made that he was over it was simply another lie. A spiderweb of lies he told to himself so that he could ignore the truth. It was easy to turn a blind eye to it and better, he believed. This was not something that he intended to allow to happen to himself again and if not for the fact that he as plagued by loneliness and that a pack structure was actually something that was beneficial to him he would have elected to remain a loner for, perhaps, the rest of his life.

Sinaaq was by no means an easy creature to deal with, though this he thought, Cara knew now; and without something (or someone) to temper him he very rarely felt the need to hold back upon his opinions (as wrong as they sometimes tended to be). Vanity incarnate offered the Spine Queen a dark grin — a slight raise of his lips upwards as she spoke and raised her tail over her back, asserting her dominance over him. “I always do,” Sinaaq purled at her when she told him to make his presence significant. Even if his renewed presence within the confines of the Spine pack was short lived at her decree, Sinaaq did not doubt that he had made some sort of lasting impression. Not a good one, certainly never, but his name, he hoped, would not be so easily forgotten. Thus, insignificant was not something that he considered himself to be in the slightest.