angels fall and darkness reigns

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

[size=small]The silence that followed her question should've been enough for the Queen to realize that this wolf that stood before her would never be more than a shadow, a body that filled a rank. Not a comrade, and certaintly not one she saw future for in the Spine. But without even squirming under the scruntinizing light of the dying sun did she make a move to express her innermost thoughts of him. If he wanted or did not want to be in the Spine, she would like to hear it from him -- even if in the end, his opinion would do little to tip the scale it was something Cara just wanted to have the pleasure of hearing from his own lips.

Speak now or forever hold your peace, she mused silently as he again allowed his face to be shaped by the wicked nature of his egoism, only to later murmur the answer she was wanting to hear. Even if it had not phrased with exact clarity, the message was very well clear to her. In the core of the tight pack she was hoping to build there was no room for Sinaaq and for Sinaaq there was no room in his heart to let in the Spine. It was truly, out of mutual benefit that they would now say goodbye, she knew it, yet she could not help but feel the dissapointment throb inside her veins as she saw his sickening indifference. A perfectly capable wolf that would say goodbye.
A perfectly capable wolf, who was just uncapable of getting over himself.
How hypocritical for her to say, but how real for this particular case.

"Then, go" she barked, her tone neutral, yet the bridge of her muzzle wrinkling in slight warning. She had no desires to fight him or chase him out -- he seemed smart enough to at least know when to walk away. "We have no time for you, and you have no time for us" she concluded, her tail swishing over her back as she simply waited for him to say his last words --if he had time for any.
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