Now I gotta wake it up, the devil in me
10-03-2018, 04:04 PM
Roused from her sleep by a rather rude and childlike voice, asking if she would be leaving with Archon. Though, her phrasing made the hair on her spine raise. Inhaling then exhaling on a sigh, Dea pushed herself up from her laying position to give a dark, droll stare at the girl. While she hadn't made any real attempt to get to know the mortals of Abaven, Dea could recognize the girl as one of the younger members. The devil didn't answer at first, watching the other girl and looking her over as if she was about to be on the menu. Archon was better than most wolves, if this was the behavior he had to deal with from the wolves who made Abaven home. No wonder Sparrow couldn't get anything done. She had felt nothing when the news of the old alpha dying, only a bit of amusement as it meant Archon had an opportunity now to do something truly great. He wasn't held down by a pack of unwilling hosts who did nothing all day, nor was he constantly wasting his potential on a pack that was obviously ill-fit, to begin with. Sparrow could have worked harder to get her wolves to be better, but she too had suffered from laziness and a general...lack of authority. "Following Archon is better than staying in a pack that is doomed to fail because of lazy members." Dea found herself finally saying, suddenly very irritable that the stranger would put Archon down considering all he tried to do for them. She stood then, watching the other, what would the girl say? Dea hoped she wouldn't be forced to hurt the girl, but if it kept going, the devil knew she wouldn't be able to help herself. It had been a while since she had a true hunt, and if the earthen girl didn't find sense soon, there would be blood. Why she felt so defensive over Archon, she couldn't say, but she would never let someone talk about him that way. The wicked woman took it very seriously and personally that the girl would even think to insult a wolf who tried to pick her pack up off its knees. Maybe that was where Abaven belonged... Walk, "Talk" Think |