Into Neverland

The brute was a flighty creature, quick on his paws and constantly jittery in an almost infectious and crazed hyperactivity that captivated her to an odd degree. A smirk played upon her features, curling the edges of her lips upwards and pressing her audits forth to drink in his lyrics. They were somewhat familiar words that she'd last heard leave the mouth of a now-dead man and a dark chuckle rumbled through her chest, bubbling up to ripple from her larynx. "The devil is deceased, sent to a place where not even the underworld can thrust him back. Those that die at my teeth do not return to the living," came her shadowed dialogue. Despite the obsidian cast that encased her tone, there was an odd humor locked within it that dripped slowly from its confines. The woman was past regret or contemplation of her permanent silence of the monster of a brute; the Sol had not the time for such wallowing. Even though his children and wife would undoubtedly one day come for her head, for now she had other things to care for.



Mercury was one of those things. She shifted her weight with a false but convincing radiant of nonchalance as the stranger eyed the normally vicious creature. Before Jupiter could even raise further suspicion, though, the certainly unique individual seemed to find peace with Mercury's presence and Jupiter drank the wraith's dialogue once more. The lad reminded her of Kaios but at the same time in a vastly different way and the sensation was thrilling, almost. It was as if she stared death in the face without being in immediate and danger of it. Well, it was what she liked to think.



"Never have I laid eyes on a slayer more competent," she replied, observing with growing interest as he swiped the thin, papery remains of a wing into his maw. "Ah, but the slayer comes to meet another wraith--that by the name of Jupiter." She paused briefly, celestial optics holding a glint of playful mischief as they swept over his form. "And what should the plight that a mighty dragon-slayer be called?" Perhaps Jupiter was dancing with the devil, yes, but the heat upon her soaring paws was an invigorating feeling and the Sol sought idly to dip her toes into the fire once more.