Blood, Blood, Blood, Doolb?[joining]

As the dark pelted she wolf spoke of her qualifications to join Amenti, the small shadow was impressed. A murderess was always useful to the pack, they could be directed to kill someone, be made an assassin. When this Ryouta mentioned an interest in her beloved Queen, the dark woman choked back a growl. She felt a strange sense of possessiveness over the daemon, and didn't want to share her with this deranged woman. She put on a mask of cold detachment to keep from speaking her thoughts.

Looking to her lovely Queen, she watched her face, searching for a reaction, but saying absolutely nothing while she waited for a response from either of them. Why get yourself into something when you can jut watch and see how things play out, then manipulate until the outcome is what you desired? It always seemed easier to the obsidian demoness, so she never strayed from the theory. Exotic, two toned eyes examined the newcomer coldly, scrutinizing her every detail, wondering if her beautiful Canttina would feel something for her other than her blind lust that she felt for generally everything that breathed.




"Speech"