so sing me a song and string me along
08-12-2013, 02:13 PM
~*~ The purple eyed assassain replied readily enough. Even with a touch of pride perhaps. Silverback approved most heartily. She could only imagine what sort of crazy, depraved adventures those numbers entailed. As for her, she was more the assassain type than the outward fighter - despite her obvious abilites. She was a stalker, a hunter, a poisoner, the ghost of the mountains, that spirit that dropped out of the sky upon her prey, to break it's neck before it felt her land. She didn't know if Alena was that sort or if she was the bruteish, uncreative, outright sort. Either way, she hadn't done bad for herself. "My, my," murmured Silverback, taunting, but clearly impressed. "And here I've only managed three." What would the she-wolf think about that? Did it make a difference that Silverback was an outside species? Possibly. Plus if the white-knight here knew the circumstances for the kills, it's highly unlikely she would disapprove. In fact it was highly likely Silverback could be added to that hunting list of hers. And it would be such a shame to kill so friendly a wolf. And honestly, Silverback's attitude towards these long-muzzled mutts was slowly changing. Oh she still found them as distasteful, but they did have minds. ... a rare few of them even seemed to have souls. |