Ain't No Rest For the Wicked
04-07-2018, 06:54 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-07-2018, 06:56 PM by Malleus.)
Try as she might to hide it, Sparrow was unraveling. Her peaceful little world was coming apart at the seams and she didn't know what to do - he could see it in the way she moved, in the way her voice shook. How stiffly she held his gaze. It was working. For Abaven sake Malleus hoped she merely bent. The pack didn't have to be broken. They could remain mostly unchanged; all they had to do was let the Abraxas in. For what it was worth, Malleus did mean it. No one had to die or be harmed and they wouldn't have to live like slaves either, although he was still fairly certain Sparrow thought that. It was possible that only time would convince her otherwise, but he truly hoped that wasn't the case. She asked for a day to bring his proposition to the pack. One whole day. His face was stony as he studied her, searching for hidden motives. A lot could happen in a day. From experience he knew a whole pack could disappear. But... That was a risk he was willing to take. Another pack would fall under their rule one way or another. Maybe not today, but certainly tomorrow. It was only a matter of time before they owned it all. "It will not be a problem," he rumbled. A one on one challenge was nothing. He'd been fighting since he could toddle. Per their usual? Whether or not she meant it to be, that line was funny and he had to keep himself from smiling, knowing full well that doing so would undermine everything he'd just said about peace. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that." He took a deep breath, then said, "Alright, you have one day, Sparrow. If anyone runs before I hear from you again the deal is off." There would be a time for those who were too weak to stomach the presence of the Abraxas to leave, but only once the deal was done. "There will be no challenge, no peace, only war. And your people will lose. Know that we will be watching." With that he turned, intent on trekking further into the adjacent rogue territory. -exit?- |