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Ooc — Victoria
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February 21, 2015, 05:44 AM
Sinaaq held no regard for
caring what anyone appreciated, having never been a selfless creature, and it was not because of the intensity in her eyes that made him break the contact. It had been because he had grown bored of it. Her eyes were
boring to him, having seen nothing within their irises that even remotely fascinated him. Srinaaq was hardly lack witted and understood that she could have easily seen the contact of their eyes to be a challenge — perhaps if she had she wouldn't have been wrong. Sinaaq didn't care much for authority, having only listened to Frigga because he had loved her. The leaders of Wintersun had only been obeyed because the wretched darkling hadn't wanted to leave Solia because...he had loved her, too. Love was a foolish thing, he scoffed now, it did not exist. It was
child's play and he no longer believed in such things. It was only another easily bought lie to destroy your heart. Sinaaq had learned this the hard way, many,
many times over.
Sinaaq's ears swiveled back to catch her words, the soft barking that the sunset was the death of the sun. Perhaps, for the stretch of night, it was but it was not ever truly death. Death was everlasting and each morn the sun rose to a fiery glory again and again, as it had from the beginning of time to the end of time. "It is not truly death," Sinaaq murmured, scowling into the horizon. "Death is everlasting and those that it steals do not come back. Not even the sun would be beyond that." He knew Death well. Perhaps a little bit more well than he would have liked.
Her question caused a soft snort to come from Sinaaq, barely audible. Whether Cara caught it or not the darkling didn't truly care, either way. Her sudden interest in his welfare felt faked to him, like she was trying too hard to appear that she cared about her pack members but didn't. At the very least, if she did care about her subordinates, she couldn't care about him. You didn't usually care about someone you didn't even know, after all. "Do you really care?" The darkling inquired, giving her a look over his shoulder, brow rising into a wicked arch over his eye. "You do not have to feign such things in my presence, I won't be upset."