its too damn cold up here

Absinth watched as Scald finally slipped down from his perch, her emerald eyes tracking his movements with an amused glint. She noted the way he braced against the wall, fighting off the biting chill. It was almost endearing, seeing him struggle against the elements. Almost.

She allowed his words to hang in the air for a moment, considering his matching smirk and the nonchalant posture he adopted. His words of knights and their disarray amused her; it was a perspective she shared, albeit with more cynicism. “The problem with knights,” She echoed, her voice soft and laced with mockery, “Is that their self-righteousness blinds them to the chaos they create in their pursuit of order. The power goes to their heads. If they seek to destroy all that does not fall into their lines, no one is safe. Then they become predictable, easily manipulated into heavy-handed actions. Destroying their own reputation in the process. Fucking power-trips.” She tilted her head, studying him with a mixture of curiosity and challenge.

As he mentioned their shared lifestyle, Absinth's smile widened. “That so?” She purred, taking a step closer as he leaned back, the wind whipping her fur around her face. My. Was Elysia making ground on possible alliances through dalliances? Absinth herself was not a diplomat, but she did dabble in networking and drawing out information from others.

“If we are so similar, then perhaps there is something our packs can agree on as well. If we are to be hated on all corners of these lands, why not?” Her tail flicked in response to his own, a silent challenge, daring him to pique her interest further. She was eager to see how far he would play along before revealing his hand. If he had any.
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