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Ooc — Victoria
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February 08, 2015, 07:17 AM
I'm going to take a moment to say that: Sinaaq's thoughts do not, in any way, reflect my own personally. :-)
While the agouti woman assessed him with gray eyes, something that the vanity incarnate noted at mentally as being horrendously boring, Sinaaq took the opportunity to asses her in turn. He was not impressed with what he saw, and found the scars that he could see to be disgusting — though this was because scars, to him, were nothing short of imperfect. He had nearly been imperfect, if not for Solia's expert healing, but that was a painful part of his past he had no current intentions of revisiting. Ever. Thus, the darkling let thoughts of it go. She spoke that she was, indeed, going somewhere, so bold to announce that the Spine was a
shit hole, which
amused the sadistic darkling who smiled wickedly at her, teeth glinting in the winter sunlight. There had to be some part of her that
warned her that he was only toying with her, that when he was done reaping compensation for her touching what didn't belong to her she would suffer with the memory for the rest of her life. After all, he had killed his own (least favorite) sister in
cold blood, and she...well this little imp was nothing to him. Inconsequential in the long run, as far as Sinaaq cared to see.
“Astounding,” Sinaaq breathed slyly, as he watched her side step him, and begin to move past. Lip curled back ever so slightly at the nearly overpowering urge to take a decent sized chunk out of her plain hide, but alas, he wasn't done toying with his new little pet the woman yet. Immediately, at her words, which entirely contradicted her actions, he doubted that her intelligence spanned very high. “You say the Spine is such a shit hole,” The words were heavily emphasized, made even rougher by his Germanic accent. “And yet you trespass and urinate all over it which would imply that you don't think it's the shit hole you spoke it was.” The darkling paused, coming to the climax of his conclusion. “If you truly thought it was a shit hole you would not have risked your tiny, insignificant life to come here.” And if she truly had then she was much more lack witted than the darkling had initially thought.