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Ooc — Victoria
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September 24, 2014, 07:06 AM
(This post was last modified: October 10, 2014, 07:32 AM by Sinaaq.)
Edited an ending onto this so that it can be archived.
Sinaaq made no further comments on the fact that her so-called leader was no real leader to him and he would never agree with her entitlement of him until he had a
solid pack behind him. It had became apparent to him quickly that she would argue with him until she was blue in the face, begging for oxygen. The darkling had no interest in debating it with her. He would hold fast to his opinion just as she would hold fast to hers. She began to talk to the wretched in circles and Sinaaq shook his head having no interest in her excuses for him. If she wanted to follow him like some little lost puppy then it was her decision. As far as the darkling's opinion cared Adlartok had more of a backbone than her, else the boy wouldn't have separated from him when the child actually
needed Sinaaq to
live.
“Was auch immer,” Sinaaq cooed in a nearly lazy manner in German, offering a flash of teeth in a wicked little grin. If she wished to act like a love sick puppy then that was her prerogative, not his.
A silence had settled between the two obsidian cloaked creatures, her face cut with glacier colored eyes, his burned like embers. Sinaaq was content with silence, and more than used to his own companionship. He was reminded, abruptly, why it was there were no wolves that he could actually consider friends, none besides the Infection and Solia. He was staring at it but made no effort to bother to correct it. Why hide who and what he truly was all in the name of companionship? He was better off alone and very much used to it in the same way that something broken got used to being in shattered pieces. Sometimes the pieces would be all together in a bowl with the intent of being fixed but knew that it would never, realistically, happen. Her questions were chilly, devoid of an amiableness that might have, maybe inclined him to respond in kind. Instead, the darkling looked at her through heavy lidded eyes and spoke in a subtle hiss, “My business is my own,” And therefore doesn't include you in Sinaaq's typical sassy way.
After a moment he waited, though when the silence continued to stretch between them the Arrluk let out a soft snort, turned and without another word walked away leaving her to what he considered to be her delusions.