I desire the things that will destroy me in the end {J}

malia was quick to launch into speech, the resonance of her voice striking caiaphas as somewhat peculiar in its semblance. the structure of her sentences lacking pentatonic verse. caiaphas was reminded of hatshepsut, the foreign beauty with a grecian tongue -- but this wolf, however queer the manner of her speaking, was much more direct than hatshepsut had ever been.

she proffered a vague smile, though its origin was shielded and no warmth came forth from it. at the very least, she appreciated the she-wolf's forthright reply. it spared her headache, and furthermore spared caiaphas any shade of suspicion. wolves who dallied or tinkered around explanations were wolves worthy of little trust.

breve in nature, it seemed only fit that caiaphas replied curtly. "can you fight?" it was all the haggard wretch asked, her fierce gaze settling on the female's frame.