Ravensblood Forest all gods who receive homage are cruel

"not all" she told him bluntly, uncaring by her watchful gaze of him. "only those with a shred of intelligence." he did appear sharper than the dull-bladed fools who made the wilds their home. they had no passion to learn more. so caught in their personal tasks to see beyond themselves. and what the world had to offer them. though this was a mere assumption, that this man had any intelligence. he could disappoint her just like the rest of them. she would not get her hopes up. not at all.

"though I could be wrong" she added in a small attempt at a tease. he held her gaze long enough and did not look away. he was not disturbed by her features; something she had come to expect from others in this land. they wanted to assume the worst of her, and therefore she gave them it. condescending, holier-than-thou... she would gift them only their own mistakes. the man held a scent unfamiliar to her, however. "which pack do you hail from?