HALCYON

No shit there's something you want. Her mind screamed the words while her lips remained sealed, teeth grinding together and muscles tense, having lost all sense of her earlier calm and just barely restraining the storm that threatened to barge into the light of day. The more Medusa spoke, the more obvious her plan became, and a low growl slipped from the pallid female's chest, a lip curling momentarily -- distaste, despise. "There is no other man you trust?" she asked coldly, her ears flattening to her skull. Why must it be my husband? She fell silent once more as Medusa launched into a spiel in an attempt to sway the female in her favor, but Laxago was not tempted by her half-wit offerings or poor bargaining chips that she thought would be worth the loyalty of the Consort's husband. "I say you talk too much," she snorted, evidently unamused, though somehow she managed to keep her seated position upon the earth, despite how much she wanted to dig her teeth into Medusa's throat. "Deteste has been faithful to me for four years, and you come to me -- naught but a stranger -- and ask me to let him forget that?" Her words were accentuated at the end with a low snarl, her lips twisting in a sign of her anger -- barely contained, but contained all the same. "He is my mate, not your whore. I will agree for my loyalty to the pack as a whole and to benefit Amenti -- not for you. Once, and never again." She found herself surprised to say those words, to find herself agreeing to the blasphemy of loaning out her husband, but it said miles about her trust for Deteste -- that she knew even copulating with another woman would not tear him from her.