that thieving bastard

“I made the mistake of believing I was purchased for Artorias as a sex toy. His response was much like yours…” She teased, adding a little more levity to the moment. It seemed she was doomed to misread wolves in regards to such things. Or perhaps she was just walking in the wrong circles these days. Or the right ones, depending how you viewed it.

Vanta however had much, much more to say about things. She stilled, and listened to the cristaline wolf, listening to the conviction and passion in her tone. It was the sort of speech that inspired rallies, and began movements. It was spoken by one who truly believed in what she was saying. “I… to be at the very beginning of something, to be the start of change, instead of just the benefactor of it. I don’t know exactly what I want to do with my life, or where I want it to go. But perhaps it would be… interesting to see where this goes. To see where you go.” The second part she didn’t say out loud. She didn’t think Vanta would appreciate it, but she owed the Fatalis, she owed them a great, yearning debt that she wasn’t sure she could ever repay. Perhaps helping this Fatalis wolf would do some good in that. And to be seen, not as the victim? But the one who made change? “Besides, a little crusade sounds fun” She added, grinning at Vanta.


Speech