Burning Bridges

He is blissfully unaware of her motives and yet they present beauty and something worth being proud over in his mind. There is a favoritism in his mind reserved solely for Alena, and yet he does not know why. Perhaps it is that he knows that her devotion is not solely to him but to the nam eAmenti, perhaps it was something deeper and curiouser. Fact of it was, he had little time to look into why the white woman made his head feel a bit off. He had even less cause to spend too long wondering why the white witch was bent on taking -this- but, he had been made perfectly aware that a rank was what she wanted, and a rank was what he would give her. She deserved it--but he had a compromise to make with her and a daring one at that. Hopefully, she could accept his rigorous terms.

"Alena," The titan purrs as she appears before him. His eyes firm on her and unwavering as she so hungrily throws out what it is she as come for. Power. Oh, but it was what drove them all--and so he rose and he moved towards her. His deep blue gaze not wavering as he came to stand near her--as he attempted to draw his skull towards her neck and leave only enough space for her to breath--enough space that the air between them seemed smaller and so that he were barely touching her, "Power is what you want me to give you? What you want to take," That was how things were to be done in Amenti. Alas, someone had gotten it. "Then that you shall be," until someone usurps you. my rank can be taken at any time and so. can. yours. it was unspoken, but hopefully, she would understand/