bury the light

There was an odd thrill at watching his eyes look her over as she came to a halt nearby. Magenta gaze was curious, even as they stood for a moment in silence taking each other in. Venom was certain that he was unaffiliated, and wondered to herself what the likelihood of folding him into the Empire might be. He was wounded, caring for himself. He hadn’t lost much weight yet, perhaps she had a better chance than she originally thought.

His answer wasn’t exactly what she expected, but perhaps she should have. Willow bark was unpleasant at best. Her dark brows lifted, obviously intrigued. Her bright eyes narrowed as her thought process was narly projected onto her features. ”I might be convinced to part with some much more pleasant pain relief, and maybe more professional attention.” She alluded at what she could offer. Surely he realized she was a pack wolf, and if her high status wasn’t just as clear it would be in the way she held herself. ”Perhaps even more than that.” Venom added, obviously beating around the bush. She wanted more of his attention, what better way to gain it than being vague and mysterious?