Irreverence

N/A · 01-31-2014, 11:44 PM

The wolf's gaunt body was stiff with mistrust. Perhaps the ebony male intended to drown her if she let her guard down, but that was likely a projection of her own deranged mentality. Still, her claws tightly gripped the stone floor as she followed Loki's instruction. She lowered her head to watch the incandescent waters merge their shadowy forms into a singular being. The two dark wolves blended seamlessly inside the pool, and Ravage had to admit they made a fine looking pair.

Ravage held back the initial reflex to laugh at his pathetically fanciful words and instead remained impassive. Who in the hell was this man? Some sort of don juan who sought to sweet talk every female he encountered? Or was he just playing with her as she had done to so many others?

"Why should I embrace this destiny?" The demoness asked, deigning to mirror his amused expression. "I've heard destiny is a fickle bitch." Ravage did not believe in fate, in her eyes the only certainties in life were death and chaos. She sat down beside the water, seemingly still staring into its depths.

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