Tricks and Mischief [Nnoitra]
04-19-2013, 10:38 AM
Loki was a beast but not in the realm of mindless killing she was a creature of tried patience and a vast store of intelligence, she merely abused it. Twisted her words into a litany of hatred and divine intervention. She twisted the roots of thoughts, placed ideas in wolves head that made them lose track of what was important to them. She was a vile, deplorable dame who prayed on the weaknesses in wolves minds until they cracked and fell beneath the weight of accusations. Of course, this delighted the she wolf, she loved to watch a creature tumble into madness, it was what she lived for.
She cocked her head slightly to the left, emerald gaze piercing through him like daggers. She surveyed him with an almost silent reverence. His form was similar to her own, lanky, thin, lithe, and his eyes held a wicked gleam, something dark and similar, the same reflection that was so oft in her own gaze. Did his intelligence match the wickedness that his soul secreted? Only time would answer that, not many could challenge her tongue in a battle of wits and such would prove to be true here... or so she thought. Perhaps he would surprise her, although such a notion was doubtful.
He seemed bemused by her inquiry, his own eyes gleaming with something more. She had not intended to be amusing but if the ex-King had found some amusement in her words than she was certainly not out to complain.
"Ah but what happens when the puppet rebels? Attempts to break his strings of leisure and snaps back? Do you have confidence in your manipulation of him that he will dance for you until his final breath?" Her words would come as smooth as silk and honey, dripping with false sincerity as she pointed the only flaw in his plan. Not... that he would mind too terribly much being a loner, he seemed to leave more than he stayed.
She cocked her head slightly to the left, emerald gaze piercing through him like daggers. She surveyed him with an almost silent reverence. His form was similar to her own, lanky, thin, lithe, and his eyes held a wicked gleam, something dark and similar, the same reflection that was so oft in her own gaze. Did his intelligence match the wickedness that his soul secreted? Only time would answer that, not many could challenge her tongue in a battle of wits and such would prove to be true here... or so she thought. Perhaps he would surprise her, although such a notion was doubtful.
He seemed bemused by her inquiry, his own eyes gleaming with something more. She had not intended to be amusing but if the ex-King had found some amusement in her words than she was certainly not out to complain.
"Ah but what happens when the puppet rebels? Attempts to break his strings of leisure and snaps back? Do you have confidence in your manipulation of him that he will dance for you until his final breath?" Her words would come as smooth as silk and honey, dripping with false sincerity as she pointed the only flaw in his plan. Not... that he would mind too terribly much being a loner, he seemed to leave more than he stayed.