Into the Dark

Even in the darkness, and at such a distance, it wasn't at all difficult to discern the stranger's annoyance. Even Jǫrmungandr seemed to sense it, as she stiffened slightly against him. Her demeanor was amusing, at the very least, and he found himself interested in what sort of entertainment she might have to offer him. Even her words, as cryptic as they were, seemed vaguely amusing. He cracked a wider grin, taking a few steps closer to Naamah.

"I seeeee," Kaprasíus called out, not totally sure what she meant. Surely she wasn't speaking of his gods, but he supposed it was better to be a believer in something than nothing at all. Maybe. He wasn't totally sure on that one. "Though I think we're all a little sick, don't you?" Life itself was an affliction, was it not?

Her question made his grin, already a bit wicked, only widen all the more. "Oh, I could come up with a few things you could help me with," the brute admitted, though his eyes narrowed as she willingly closed some of the distance between them. It was easier to make out her features through the darkness now as his eyes adjusted to thee dim light. She was a rather large woman, considerably bulkier than he was, though far from the largest he'd ever seen. He hummed softly, thoughtfully, as he examined her. "However.. insulting Jǫrm here is not on that list."

He pursed his lips, surprised that she had mentioned his friend at all. Most wolves were confused by his companion, and few mentioned her at all. Her green eyes gleamed as the snake watched Naamah, equally as curious. "I could kill her just as quickly as she could I. We have a.. mutual understanding, you might say." Jǫrmungandr hissed softly, though it was impossible to tell if it was a noise of agreement or protest. "Why? Don't tell me you were thinking of taking her from me, were you?" His gaze grew more skeptical, wondering her intentions.