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Ooc — Victoria
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I'm so sorry for the tremendous wait on this! :x
Bellicose jeer began to tug it's way across the darkling's lips as she continued to press on, intent on ignoring his presence. Without hesitation the wretched kept up with her with much ease, knowing that if he had truly desired too he could quickly out stride her. For now, he allowed her to think that she was slipping from between his grasp like smoke. He would allow her that falsity if only because it aided his cause. As she no doubt though of him if her look was anything to go off of, he was amused that she thought she was so clever; that she would slip from him. In truth, vanity incarnate had no intentions of letting her go. Would he kill her? That depended. Cara's order had been clear: kill the bitch; but killing her would take all the fun out of the game that Sinaaq deigned to play with her.
Besides, he never enjoyed doing what he was told, anyway. He was untamed, unchained. If Cara thought she could tie him down and bend him to her will then she was sorely mistaken. If his initial impression did not tell her all that she needed to know of Sinaaq Arrluk then the Spine Queen was truly was as incapable as he currently and with resolute cruelness, thought her to be.
“Do you think so?” The darkling returned in an equality to her own tone, mimicking the nonchalant way in which she had spoken. “So much trouble for a pack you supposedly despise,” Sinaaq certainly wouldn't have risked his own life — a single wolf with a prize upon her head, no less, up against an entire pack who seemed to be gunning for her — to antagonize a pack who lusted for his death, but then again he conceded to his high opinion that he had a higher intelligence level. “Your head holds a pretty price, you realize,” Sinaaq cooed to her, voice dripping with the poison that he swore ran through his veins anymore. “I could tear your pretty little throat out of your body and earn the Queen's favor so quickly.” It was tempting; but of course it was. He was only out for himself, in the long run, though a part of him bulked at the thought of wanting, of groveling for Cara's favor when he had previously determined that it was insignificant to him. Still, he could. He had every right too. It wouldn't be the first time he killed for personal gain, after all.