Northstar Vale please ignore sunrise

the brute's response inspired kalika. she wondered how long she could keep up their game, keep him interested in her presence.. melkor, his name was. foreign, unlike those of themiscyra. she could tell by the way that he carried himself that this was not a consort, but a common boy with all of his pride stored in his penis. 

the siren thought it pathetic. 

mel-kor? she parroted, voice tinged with a faux accent. it had been years since her true lilt had faded, but when necessary, she knew how to pretend. kalika. in her eyes was a glare of mischief, intrigue; she wondered what he might do next.