ISCARIOT

After speaking Deteste returned to Medusa's wound but her purring was unexpected. Or perhaps it was the sincerity of the purring was what surprised De who at the sound gave a mintue pause, pink tongue retreating into his mouth, softening his otherwise callous affect. Again the intimacy between them had unsettled him and again he felt the pull to relish the unexpected moment. Deteste wondered what this woman would have in store for him and how their relationship would unfold as they worked together. Her words did little to move him emotionally. He was an unexpected expert at handling the woman's manipulative powers. Whether or not Medusa's intention was to flirt just to have a reaction from a counterpart was enough to satisfy her. But her statements slid off of Deteste like water and even her passionate concern for Jupiter did not move him into an immediate response.


I am not babysitting you, Medusa. I volunteered to follow you to Amenti. He explained, timbre frank. There were many reasons behind Deteste's intention to serve Medusa but babysitting was not one of them. He did not know the woman and in this moment did not know enough about her to judge whether or not she would be a successful leader. But she was here. Victor of Amenti. What Deteste wanted out of Amenti was a challenge. He could be content living the rest of his life peacefully in Ludicael but he would never achieve more. He was Sol. He would patrol the borders. He would accept members. He would hold pack meetings. This was his life stretched out before him and in recent thought he was unsure that this was how he desired to live out the rest of his life. Amenti would be a challenge and everyday he would be reminded of his darker roots and everyday it would make a more honest man of him.


Jupiter will be fine. She will not be alone once we are gone. The sol had an entire pack of capable wolves to protect her. Her members were loyal. It was something that could not simply be explained in words and he hoped that Medusa would understand simply through his reassuring sentence. I know what I am doing. And those wolves will make the new Amenti their home. As for challengers I will take your place in the event that a challenge occurs before you are recovered. He paused for a moment, resuming the grooming, snaking his way towards her sprained forelimb and only speaking again after a long stroke of the tongue that smoothed her pelt from her chest to her left wrist. I kill all challengers. His eyes lifted, seeking her gaze, There will be few left for you if they are so desperate. and offering her a toothsome smile before standing, taking her left limb gingerly in his teeth and pulling it into his chest with a quick, sure stroke meant to set the sprain to it's rightful alignment. He prepared himself for a violent reaction to the treatment but he knew that he pain of the realignment would pass quickly and alleviation would soon take the place of the ache.

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