PAIN, NO PAIN
10-01-2013, 04:59 PM
Pride fluctuated within her as she pondered the possible methods that her brother could have taken in order to enslave the snarky and sable juvenile that had addressed them with such venomous tones so many months ago, the devious smirk that had captivated her features only elongating across her countenance at the imagery of the babe?s submission. Pupils remained averted from the orphan child?s own as her thoughts diverged entirely to her sweet reverie, only broken from her trance as soprano vocalizations graced the atmosphere and directed her attention back to the svelte adolescent that refuted her pretentious assumption. Pupils flicked towards the arrogant grin engraved into her adversary?s visage, bitter rage engulfing her diseased mind as she denied the possibility of Devya?s freedom against her competent brother, all trace of emotion dissipating from her porcelain features as she silently conjured excuses on behalf of her brutish sibling. It was true that she had managed to defeat her brother in combat, but there was not a sliver of doubt within her mind that the male could preside victorious over a mere outsider -- especially the brat placed so proudly before her. Mismatched gaze precariously vacated the premises of the juvenile?s countenance as she noticed the tensing of unimpressive muscle beneath her dark flesh, triangular ears careening towards the babe that dare spoke of her mother in an ill fashion. The evident venom embellishing the other?s tones was enough to trigger an influx of utmost loathing within the pallid phantom, but instead of physical retaliation, the hellion merely allowed a wry chortle to brush past her velveteen lips that had been pulled back taut against gluttonous incisors in a mocking smirk, giving a sluggish shake to her skull out of pity towards the foolish wench. ?I suppose you are right; my mother has lost her crown,? she confirmed in an eerily cordial manner as her chuckling subsided, pupils searching for Devya?s own as she squinted with feigned curiosity. ?But she has managed to keep her life, and I must say that that is more than your parents could ever hope to achieve.? Bleached incisors protruded from her upper lip in a toothy grin at the conclusion of her biting response, offering neither a flinch nor movement of preparation to the sable brat, entirely confident with her retort. Of course, the wraith was not certain of Devya?s true parents? whereabouts, but the assumption was logical given the fact that the orphan had been abandoned early in her youth. Not only that, but the opportunity to push the incompetent adolescent?s buttons was far too tempting to surpass. |