Feel my serpentine

Syrinx was not one to make fun with or to make haste of a game. he had tendencies to do what was wrong on most occassions, and his acquaintance here had been shown that exactly. Quick to react and even quicker to question everything around him. For one, why was she so careful and well-calculated? She surely had somebody that planned to tend to her? She was a harbinger of something (of what he did not know) and she held every reason in the world to bring destruction as she so saw fit. For, even on the side of good--of one was tending to the needs of others; they were acting as a beneficiary of sorts, "I would say pleasure to meet you, but I doubt you'd believe me," the russet Arkhos would allow a sightly smirk to encumber his features and he lowered his head--a bow as though she were meeting someone exponentially important. Perhaps someone she should have wanted to meet. His egocentric attitude was his biggest fault, even he had accepted this, "--And I am Syrinx Adravendi," the words curled off his tongue with a perfect flow and he only allowed the progression of their conversation. He was not quite bored with this girl; with Ravage. "How droll," but that was somewhat a lie. For her to not wish to tell him! It ebbed at his curiosity an dmade him brim with will to find out what it was. Stoicism would masquerade this newly found ambition and he pressed on to answer her, "Perhaps you will be one of my enemies. Perhaps I'll rip out your throat and feed it to Vyvienne," she didn't know who Vyvienne was, but used in that context she was made a goddess, "Though if you allied yourself with me--I would rip out the throats of others before harm befell you," he rolled his shoulders, "I have only three goals. Protect Valhalla. Protect my children. Protect those who dare swear fealty unto me. The rest of the world is in need of burning," To be rid of its disgust.