angels fall and darkness reigns

im the worst ;__; forgive mee for delay

[size=medium]"in the land of gods and monsters,
I was an angel"[/size]

[size=small]With her slim ears barely awknowledging his crude recital of what death truly the Queen of the Spine allowed her focus to fall away from the male. She held no interest in his monologue that was true, but he was greatly mistaken if he thought that he knew what she invested her concern in. It was with a brusque movement of her head and an exaggerate lash of her tail that Cara dug her eyes back onto him.
While he had initially presented himself as a conflictive individual that could've swung to become either an aid or a burden in that exceptional time of instability the Spine had gone through, he now began to really show the cracks and bruises of his faccade.
Was he destined to be as flaky as his friend, or did he really hold something better, deep inside?
Through the kaleidoscope that was his indifferent sarcasm, it was almost impossible to tell.

And honestly at this point of the game, trying to decipher the legitimacy of his words, of him, was not her priority. "I do care, believe it or not" she answered slowly, her viperine tongue making a brief appereance to moisten her lips as she held down his stare. Even if she had no personal, intimate, ties with him in any level, the sole fact that he was one of her subordinates, one of her wolves', made it a moral obligation for her to care.
She had not spent her energy obsessively selecting the wolves in her ranks to later neglect them --a Queen needed of her followers as much as they needed of her.
She had learnt that aready after having been dethroned silently by a more popular candidate among the wolves of the lower ranks.
But this was no political campaign, and she did not need his 'vote'.

She was Queen, she cared and that was it.
The way in which she cared was not specified, but to be honest, it did not matter anyways. She was not his shrink, nor she intended to be. She cared because he was a Spine wolf -- and if he allowed her, or anyone really, to know him for more than that, she'd probably care for him in other ways too.
For now really, there would be no arguing on the subject --at least not on her part.

"But do you care to be even be here in the Spine?" she barked then, deciding to adress his evident lack of participation and desire to even meet others in the pack, with the same edgy tone as him.
Now, this was an question he could have no doubt she wanted to know the answer to.

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