There is a light; there is a fire

Siqsa · (This post was last modified: October 04, 2018, 02:42 PM by Siqsa.)

Siq knew well the need to know as much as possible before it came tumbling through your den entrance. It was always essential to have the upper hand; or that was what his uncle tried to teach him in the brief period of time they had together. Before the icy eyed assassin left and never came back.

Hellish eyes returned to the Alpha only for them to react to the sudden movement in behind the drape of foliage in the wilds. Someone near brilliant with a coat of winter itself walked through and the near-two-year old studied them. Walking daintily, this was the stance of a woman. This had to be-

"Who's this, then?"

Liri. The woman had an immaculate sense of trust, walking so boldly into a situation. She was fit for an Alpha, her inquiry not one of demand, but knowingness that her husband was going to give her the truth, and nothing less. She need not demand it. And in such fortitude, the Demon admired her. Maybe it was useful truting one another;...but he couldn't buy into such a notion, just yet.
Not yet.

And while he was so busy trying to connect the prongs of morality, the Alpha answered for him, baritones pleasant to the stark white queen. Returning to addressing Siqsa, the Alpha elaborated, retouching up on the point Siqsa had already began to peace together. With a nod, he confirmed he understood who the woman was. Moonlight bounced off of his own mane, reflecting the glimmer of waves the current within the river illustrated. But unlike him, another givem themself up from the shadows, and his garnet fire gems met the smaller figure of another fae, timid, meek, and saying his name after hearng it herself.

Something about her made something in him curl up and and writhe. And he couldn't exactly pinpont what it was.

For her too, he did not speak. Noting her name, he told himself to keep away from the little girl, as honey brown gaze of the grey looked to the face of dark navy blue. He chose to turn away and preoccupy himself sniffing their area which they stood, counting how many different scents had been in this spot alone. And seconds ticked as he awaited the pack to trek up towards the mountains.