Ouroboros Spine Danger does what danger wants

I just realized how creepy Sinaaq can be sometimes, lol. xD

There was extremely little that Sinaaq could claim that he cared for in the world; perhaps even nothing anymore beyond himself. His own well being, his own gain. It was selfishness in it's extremest form and vanity in it's ugliest and yet Sinaaq could not see the point in bothering to alter this conclusion to any degree. Caring had earned him every crack and fissure in his wretched heart, caring had turned him into the “darkling” that he had willingly embraced at the death of Frigga. Quicksilver was gone now, and frankly, there was little that Sinaaq felt held him to the Spine. His loyalties were not to some play pretend Child Princess Queen and an old man, who happened to be not only her co-leader but also her mate. His loyalty, too, had been taken advantage of, stepped on and left shattered on the floor — this too he was possessive over. Except, Sinaaq was not entirely sure what to do with himself. He was a loner by nature, having learned his lessons in regards to forming attachments to anything long ago, but there was still that tiny poisonous part of him that yearned for companionship. It was sucking and greedy that little tickle of desire that did not solely benefit him in some way (as far as he could see anyway) and Sinaaq had tried, over and over, to kill it. It remained persistent, hell-bent on surviving.

The scent of a rotted corpse assaulted the darkling's nose and it wrinkled in disgust, lip curling back over his teeth as he paused in his steps, discerning rather quickly that it was not too far from his position, mixed suddenly as it was by the fresh urination of another. A female. One that did not belong to the Spine. Loyalty might not have been something that Sinaaq was willing to spare, it fell true, nevertheless, that for the moment the Spine was his home and some bitch was marking it as her own. Though he was of no consequence, of no importance to this pack for however long he inhabited it's territory it was his and Sinaaq did not like when others rather unwelcome as they were, touched what did not belong to them.

He soon caught sight of the culprit, sashaying as big as you please, back towards the border line that she was clearly in violation of having broken, the mound of rotten flesh, broken earth and browned and littered snow a dead give away. Having never met Mara before Sinaaq was not able to place her based on sight alone, but he could only take a guess as to who their intruder was by what Cara and Kaname had spoken of the enigmatic Mara upon his and Quicksilver's imitation. Ironic, almost, that it was Sinaaq that lingered as opposed to his eager, smooth friend. Or once friend. That, however, was a contemplation for another day. "Lovely,” The Darkling cooed after the woman maliciously, eyes of fierce liquid gold burning into her backside. Sinaaq was not built for brute force and did not outright attack. He favored sly, cunning wit — brains over brawn. "Not so fast," He hissed as he quickened his stride with the intention of planting his body between her and her chosen path of immediate exit. "Leaving so soon, darling?” The darkling inquired, raising his brow into a typical wicked arch over his eye. He spoke as if he intended to entertain the trespasser though he had no such intentions, really. She was going to pay for what she did, but first he wanted to play, and take from her what he could. Knowledge was power, after all.