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The assassin would stare, two toned eyes expressionless and ready. Muscles locked tight, tense and ready to spring at the softest of sound. She trusted no one, never had, never would. You could not be betrayed if you had no allies. A pack was merely an alliance, nothing more. It was a concept that should thrive, at least in her opinion on the strength behind the creatures it captured. Cyanide was now a Valhallen, she had been stolen by the King himself. Her loyalty had shifted, a new strength, a new leader she now served. Nothing more and nothing less. The pack could boast of family all they wished, at the end of the day, it came down to whose teeth were the fastest and whose claws, the sharpest.

The dame would make her presence known. Cyanide tested the air a second time. Valhalla. Her scent was strong she had been here at least a decent chunk of time. The assassin relaxed, if only slightly. The woman's posture was not threatening. She was not a killer, despite her rather morbid occupation, Cyanide did not kill senselessly. She did not enjoy the kill itself, only the thrill of the hunt, the thrill of the chase.

Her audits swiveled, keen and catching the pitches of the woman's tone. She committed the name to memory along with approximate body mass, muscle versus fat content, she noticed the rippling of her muscles, the relaxed fluidity of her speech, all of this was analyzed and broken down within her brain. The woman expected an answer, Cyanide's jaws would splay open, lyrics falling from her lips in a trembling baritone. " If you ask if I am the Tortugan stolen, the answer is yes. My name is Cyanide."