Ankyra Sound out of chaos came the light

the tuck of her tail betwixt her legs does not go unnoticed. mute mute mute scarab might be but he still has eyes can still see. gods, he can see see see. it makes her smaller but scarab far from afraid of her mistakes it for submission submission submission. once it mattered to him. rank rank rank. power power power. he knows a different sort of power now. raw and sinful sinful sinful. he has dined upon wolf flesh and was fed by the life force left in their husks. he has known the gods of the melonii clan; sithis, most intimately.

moon moon moon of his life ...

he betrayed her too, in the end. trading her for the suns of his life, briefly, so they might warm him from the inside. there is no warming him, no thawing out what darkness and ice have stolen away.

scarab blinks slowly, feeling his annoyance rise rise rise as she continues to ask questions. like he can answer. he doesn't try to make his mouth and tongue and vocal cords work. they are useless. useless useless useless. his patience has been worn to a hairsbreadth and his tail rises over his back; flagging. a warning to accompany the curl of his lips back from his teeth in a silent snarl.

get lost. this, he can communicate with his body at least. not totally useless yet. it is unfair, this woman does not deserve his ire ire ire; not really ...but scarab is broken empty lonely and months spent in total isolation except for the whispers of the dread father have turned him feral.