Ouroboros Spine hard time forgetting, even harder forgiving

Sinaaq did not fail to notice her look when he gave her his name, having wondered since the meeting if the shared origins of their names would garner her interest. For what purpose that his sperm and egg donor bothered to even give him a name when his mother decided to starve him (which would have worked if he did not have nurturing older sister who was mourning her recently lost litter) was beyond the darkling but despite his over eagerness to emancipate himself from the creatures that had created him had never sought to change it. He could have easily claimed that he kept it to spurn Akiak and Aga, but wanting to spurn them meant that he cared about them and he had ceased to care about either of them quite a long time ago. He failed to change it because he liked it. It might have been given to him by those unworthy to even mutter it, but he was worthy to bear it. It fit him and he it. A small smirk tugged at the edges of his lips, wicked in it's design as he continued forth in aiding her to mark the borders, the first time he'd done it in some time.

Not that there was anything to urinating on borders, mind; but it was a laborious task and one that Sinaaq would not have done for Cara even if she'd have begged — which she would not have (though he quite enjoyed the imagined image of the false, child Queen on her knees begging him). “No,” Sinaaq responded to her inquiry with dark honesty. He had not done much of anything, nor had a desire to since Quicksilver's abandonment. Though his lack of roles now did not mean that Sinaaq wasn't skilled. He could fight (if winning the death match with his sister was of any indication), and he could take care of pups just fine, though given his bitterness towards Adlartok he had no desire to use his nephew as a shining example. He had even been a scout, able to move swiftly from one destination to the other, a natural knack for mental mapping of lands.