On Edge
06-30-2018, 06:17 PM
The woman went on about how Archon could possibly be rude for pushing her off the cliff. Archon's smile brightened lightly. "To be rude is to cause offence. If the victim is dead, they cannot be offended. Their family may be hurt, but I feel rude is hardly the word they would feel. It is often easier to be forgiven by the one you harmed than their relatives."
When the woman moved, Archon thought of taking small steps in order to make her seem as wide as possible. Archon knew it was a cheap tactic and wouldn't work. He cast the woman a side glance. "Of course I remember what number I was on," he stated innocently. Forgetting something like that was inconceivable to Archon and he didn't suspect that other wolves may be more forgetful or that remembering it after a long conversation may be difficult for others.
He took the steps slowly, stopping once he passed Dea.
"What do you know?" he said with a small smirk. "You were exactly right. Three and a half steps."
After that, Archon kept walking. Dea introduced herself as the daughter of the devil. Archon was sure no devils truly existed. Only non-confrontational gods and confrontational gods. She asked if he had relatives.
"Of course. The Abraxas swell numerically each day. It is part of our purpose to find worthy mates and provide strong offspring to be raised in the name of The Fallen God. If one of us falls, many will fill his place. Such is the blessing bestowed upon us."
Archon's answer held no indication of joking or humor. He stated everything as if it were simply a matter of fact. Of course, to him, it was.
"And you, Dea?"
When the woman moved, Archon thought of taking small steps in order to make her seem as wide as possible. Archon knew it was a cheap tactic and wouldn't work. He cast the woman a side glance. "Of course I remember what number I was on," he stated innocently. Forgetting something like that was inconceivable to Archon and he didn't suspect that other wolves may be more forgetful or that remembering it after a long conversation may be difficult for others.
He took the steps slowly, stopping once he passed Dea.
"What do you know?" he said with a small smirk. "You were exactly right. Three and a half steps."
After that, Archon kept walking. Dea introduced herself as the daughter of the devil. Archon was sure no devils truly existed. Only non-confrontational gods and confrontational gods. She asked if he had relatives.
"Of course. The Abraxas swell numerically each day. It is part of our purpose to find worthy mates and provide strong offspring to be raised in the name of The Fallen God. If one of us falls, many will fill his place. Such is the blessing bestowed upon us."
Archon's answer held no indication of joking or humor. He stated everything as if it were simply a matter of fact. Of course, to him, it was.
"And you, Dea?"