Blackfoot Forest (m) love and death

Wicked brow rose when she responded to his question with a hidden vigor, despite that she kept up a rather convincing humble charade. There it was again. Leader. It was apparent that his previous words were lost upon her. The owner of the musk that clung to her coat couldn't be her leader, as far as Sinaaq was concerned. He didn't have a pack. Just her. That didn't make him a leader. Just because Aldartok followed him around like the little leech Sinaaq was pretty sure his nephew was, didn't make Sinaaq his Alpha. They were companions, with one of them being more dominant than the other. “He is not your leader. He is your bossy companion,” The darkling told her, exasperated, sass dripping from nearly ever pore of his body. “I don't care what he is, if he is intelligent or not. I make those judgments for myself,” After all, everyone's definition of intelligence was quite different. Just because Raven thought he was some clever work of art did not mean that Sinaaq wouldn't find him to be some drooling cur. “I merely inquired as to if you would follow him off a cliff because you intend to follow him out of these Wilds. Is that really want you want? Or did he make the decision for you?” Sinaaq pressed, going off of her words that he had a traveler’s heart; but just because her man friend couldn't stay in one place didn't mean she couldn't. Lives were not bound together by an invincible chord. The webbing that had pulled two together could become frayed or just simply snap one day and they parted with nothing but memories. That was why Sinaaq was not with Solia currently. His feelings for the fawn colored Saturnin hadn't snapped with the severing of the chord. Then again, Fate was not a very kind mistress. She tempted and toyed and teased and then when the darkling became comfortable she tore apart everything that he loved, laughing like the monster that he considered her to be.

Her gaze met his once more and, again, she broke their staring contest only to look at him like he had made a decision she had not expected. Wicked brow rose as he waited for her to speak her confusion aloud for him but he was left with disappointment for she did not voice out whatever had been dancing around her mind. A moment of silence, stretching out between them, followed of which Sinaaq had no interest in filling. He was a quiet creature by nature, seclusive, except when it suited him. For the moment, it seemed, they had ran out of things to discuss and the darkling considered parting with her, desiring to be alone to his thoughts and suppressed loneliness.