The vast expanse of Glaciem's domain had proven to be far from intriguing; however, the individuals that prowled within its boundaries, littered with the thick scent of her King, never failed to pique her interest. During her short reign as the pack's devoted and youthful Overseer, the banshee had managed to gather what she depicted as crucial information on how the pack functioned, observing that most -- if not all -- of Isardis' minions bore some relation to the angelic sovereign, either the product of his carnal lust or those that allowed him to fill their fruitful wombs with life. Despite how similar in purpose each of his inferiors were to one another, the wraith had also gathered that a broad spectrum of personalities belonged to Glaciem even though it was quite evident just how truly sadistic and brilliant its ringleader was; it was almost astonishing to believe that none within the ranks contested his callous mannerisms. Yet, at the same time, the babe understood wholeheartedly why none had attempted to interfere with Isardis' ways other than the former king of Tortuga -- and the prime example he firmly set with Taurig happened to be the exact reason she supposed no others had tried. They feared the albino king and his wrath, and perhaps the babe would have, too, had she not been programmed to house such an intrepid demeanor.
Not even he whose pallid fur acted as a canvas for intricate crimson markings would intimidate the phantom prodigy, the metallic aroma that mingled with the undeniable scent of Glaciem laden upon his fur proof enough that his coat was, indeed, embellished in blood. Mismatched gaze locked upon his behemoth physique, scrutinizing him briefly as he strode, unknowingly, nearer to her bedside, silence befalling the wraith rather than protest in response to his approach. Triangular ears would careen in the goliath's direction as speech began pouring from frayed lips, own facial features contorting curiously as she attempted to decipher the meaning obscured behind his words. Sin, huh? What a lovely asset to the universe -- but what did he mean that it would 'take' them all? Rather than interrogate the brute, she allowed herself to remain one with the shadows, silent only until he turned his back upon her, diverting his attention upon a detonated tree. "Sin? And which of the seven deadly are you?" the babe inquired, vocals monotonous despite the amusement dancing beneath her violet and mercury gaze as she revealed her pallid form to the sun's rays.
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