On Edge

She listened without interruption to his explanations as her questions came up. When he described what could only be a bloodbath, Dea found herself more curious about this Fallen God, wondering if it could be true. War was her thing, she loved it, fighting and aggression were literally in her DNA and she couldn't be convinced otherwise. She was a goddess of war in her own mind, and to hear that this male's god was just as bloodthirsty as she was only helped to cement the idea that he hadn't stumbled upon her by accident. The more he explained his mission, the more it sounded like her own, and she found herself smiling at the revelation. It mirrored the coyness of his own smile as she looked at the male. She met the blue-green of his gaze and nodded once, "I must admit, I am highly curious. It would seem we share many of the same goals, I cannot say our meeting was fated, but perhaps there is someone with their paws in our lives." Dea found herself having more questions, though she would ask them later.

As his steps slowed, she matched his pace, speaking with a husky tone in her voice, "Maybe your God calls to me, how else would we have met? You counting steps on the edge of a cliff, me sitting on said cliff. How could I deny that coincidence? I have always believed I was meant to be more than a roamer, maybe He sent you to collect me." She smirked then looked over at him, wondering what reaction he would have to that. Dea was awfully sick of being alone, and maybe she had found a path she was meant to follow! Surely the male could see her potential, her own brand of divinity. It sang in the way she carried herself, the way she spoke, that she had always been a hellish goddess sent to wander the earth looking for a home. Maybe it was fate, who knew?