On Edge
06-30-2018, 06:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-01-2018, 12:55 PM by Dea.)
Dea kept a small smile playing at the corners of her lips as Archon went on to explain how it would not be rude if the victim was dead. There was only one argument left that she could throw, and it was a trump-card to be sure. "If the victim dies, how do you know they aren't offended in the afterlife?" With one dark brow lifted and the corner of her mouth lifted in a smirk, Dea wondered how he would retort this time.
It was rare that a wolf who was not family captured her attention, but Archon was doing a damn good job of it. He responded to her question about the number he had left off on, discovering the male was obviously smart as well as aesthetically pleasing. "Of course I remember what number I was on." His voice was innocent enough, but she could detect a nonchalant undertone that implied he hadn't even considered that a wolf could be so forgetful. She had seen it first hand how a wolf could forget even the most basic of things. She watched as he counted the steps it took to pass her, "What do you know? You were exactly right. Three and a half steps." She gave a small laugh, replying to him in much the same manner as he had a moment ago. "Of course, I was right." After that, Archon moved to continue his walk.
Dea was unsure how he could count and talk at the same time, but somehow he managed to do just that. It was impressive and showed a natural genius to the male that others were severely lacking. As he explained his familial mission, Dea was reminded of her own family and their crazy want for an empire of demonic wolves. She had been born knowing one day she would have to make pups of her own, and Archon's family seemed to share this belief. "I have a fair amount of family scattered about, though I am not entirely acquainted with all of them. I only know of the ones my mother spoke of, but I do know that our mission is similar in nature to yours. The principles seeming alike, anyway." Dea shrugged as she walked alongside Archon, looking him over and admiring the way the light played on his pelt.
"Tell me more about this Fallen God, if you don't mind. I am interested in learning." Dea gave him a smile and a hopeful look in her pink eyes.
It was rare that a wolf who was not family captured her attention, but Archon was doing a damn good job of it. He responded to her question about the number he had left off on, discovering the male was obviously smart as well as aesthetically pleasing. "Of course I remember what number I was on." His voice was innocent enough, but she could detect a nonchalant undertone that implied he hadn't even considered that a wolf could be so forgetful. She had seen it first hand how a wolf could forget even the most basic of things. She watched as he counted the steps it took to pass her, "What do you know? You were exactly right. Three and a half steps." She gave a small laugh, replying to him in much the same manner as he had a moment ago. "Of course, I was right." After that, Archon moved to continue his walk.
Dea was unsure how he could count and talk at the same time, but somehow he managed to do just that. It was impressive and showed a natural genius to the male that others were severely lacking. As he explained his familial mission, Dea was reminded of her own family and their crazy want for an empire of demonic wolves. She had been born knowing one day she would have to make pups of her own, and Archon's family seemed to share this belief. "I have a fair amount of family scattered about, though I am not entirely acquainted with all of them. I only know of the ones my mother spoke of, but I do know that our mission is similar in nature to yours. The principles seeming alike, anyway." Dea shrugged as she walked alongside Archon, looking him over and admiring the way the light played on his pelt.
"Tell me more about this Fallen God, if you don't mind. I am interested in learning." Dea gave him a smile and a hopeful look in her pink eyes.
"Talk." "You." Think.