Kintla Flatlands pactum

worripa is noticed quickly; even so, the killer commander does not move.

though he is arrogant enough to believe himself strong enough to fight, lack of training and truth ...while they do not humble him ...remind him that he would not win. he'd only won against praimfaya because she'd been at death's door when he'd found her. probably, she could have been saved if not for him. if anyone else but him had found her.

regardless, matricide has gifted worripa a cold callousness in which he regards the world and everything within it now. except, perhaps, for the shadow ...but she was his chosen companion and arguably it was different. somehow.

the man speaks and worripa does not try to keep his annoyance at bay. it sits on his shoulders and in the slow sneer upon ruined lips. too many words batter at his mind; requesting an answer. prying questions that he would not answer with truth.

does it matter? worripa answers a question with a question; thinking himself coy. he has abandoned the wolves of his birthplace just as praimfaya had done to him; perhaps enunciating what he would hate to see about himself: that he was his mother's son. none. i follow the shadow. she was his underworld queen and while she tolerated his presence ...he would remain at her side.