PLAYING DRUMS WITH A BLEACHED BONE

Deteste watched with a languid glance as the wolves before them presented their selves and pledged loyalty to the Madame. And he watched her too. Not understanding the poisonous sugar that dripped from her lips but appreciating the sultriness of her voice, the tight black lips from whence the poison dripped. For all that she played up and all the poison she spewed Medusa was beautiful and the way she wielded her power reminded him of Laxago. He did not expect her to attend this meeting, it was not her way but he hoped to see her soon after. There was much he would like to discuss with her.


The man scrutinized every face that made it's self known to the Madame and Master and though he could not distinguish a particularly unbelievable act or character he was wary to trust any who had spoken, especially those who participated in more violent trades. We thank you for your pledges and your skills are useful to us but you will all be tested before your rank is determined. Those involved of trades of violence will be especially observed. he stated, baiting for Medusa's glance at the close of his sentence but for the majority of his speech settling his stoic stare on the three legged man who had just spoken. For all Deteste knew this strangers claims could be sincere but in his years as a killer for hire he knew that liars and backstabbers were abundant in the field.


He knew that Medusa trusted his judgement and though communication was not he strongest point in their working relationship they did well together. He and Jupiter had been such separate entities in the Ludicael. Here he was a duo with Medusa and they were equally skilled dancers.