Shrine High

Archon was lucky that he was special to Dea, otherwise his initial refusal of a hunt would have been met with teeth and anger. As it was, Dea simply turned her ears back as a cold dread washed over her frame. She was unaccustomed to feeling guilt or shame, and as she internalized her own personal problems, she realized that she was feeling these things for the first time. Archon had ways of making her do things she was not known for doing, like feeling. She understood why he would be abrasive, and that was new to her as well, understanding any other being was definitely against her nature. She was a bite first, never ask questions type of wolf, and she always had been. Archon just had a way of making her behave differently around him.

His question made her pause, a painful expression on her face as if he had struck her, and she turned the bright pink of her gaze away from him momentarily. Where she had been wasn't as important as how she had come to be there, or why. Her best course was honesty, not that she would ever lie to Archon, he was her god in a sense. The demonic goddess let out a sigh, "I was being taught a lesson, one wrong turn and our God decides it should be a learning activity." Archon would surely need more clarification than what she had offered, and she wasn't quite sure how she should go about it. The guilt and sadness in her voice would surely need explaining, as it wasn't like her to display such things.

"I hadn't realized until it was pointed out...but...I get hopelessly lost without you to guide me." She tried to give him a smile, but the guilt of not being there for him when he needed her ate at the expression. Shame filled her at having gotten lost, and she swallowed hard to make the lump in her throat go down. Dea wouldn't cry, she wouldn't because she was stronger than that. What if he told her to leave, though? What if he didn't want her around anymore? God help her, Dea had never felt so insecure or horrible in her life, why now?