let's paint the town red

Sickly green gaze was unwavering, unblinking it seemed as he stared down the vile temptress before him like a rattler curled in his path ready to strike. She chose to try and make him feel uncomfortable but simply he would continue to stare at her, ears pinned back as if refusing entrance to the words that slipped from his tongue for him to hear. She seemed to not care for the harsh words he had thrown her way, instead brushing them off almost like they were a compliment. Instead she called him useful. Useful. To her? All of a sudden a sneer would stitch across his lips, vile and sickly like a poison was spreading from his throat and bubbling over jaws. Sickly. Everything about him was sickly. There was a deadness to him, a viral disease of hatred and rage boiling inside him and threading to overflow. It was almost like he couldn't filter out the emotions anymore as they washed over his face, going from that sickly sneer to a blank face with nothing more then a twitch to his upper lip. A taste for blood. He was born and raised to taste nothing else. Having tried and failed to leave that life behind him now there was nothing left but blood.

No real tangible emotion touched his face until the mention of a pack. A pack he would fit into. Eyes narrowed slowly as if waiting for her to throw in a catch or a ploy or say that she was joking. But no words followed that statement and for a long moment he simply stared at her."Tell me more." Words would start from somewhere deep in the core of the beast and rumble like rolling stones up his throat until they almost rattled through his teeth. His voice had never been pleasant before, always scratchy and rough but after the last few months of avoiding others and not speaking it was worse even. Maybe he had been born with something wrong with his throat? His remembered the goddess feeding him herbs for something when he was young but as with all those memories that didn't involve blood or training it was faded. He could grasp it no better then he could try and grab water with his paws. It just flowed past him and disappeared from his grasp.

But it seemed before she could even speak another would join them and it was then that everything went to shit. The small form that hung from the bastards teeth was the only thing wide eyes could focus on and once more it was like he couldn't move. All he could do was stare for a moment that felt like an eternity. Kaios? No he knew the man was dead? No. This was one of his bastard offspring perhaps? Offspring. Everything fell into place suddenly and a wicked smile slithered over dark lips. "The only queen I will ever bow to is the one who ripped his fathers throat out." Words were as close to a purr as could be with his scratchy voice. Massive pillars were moving suddenly, lumbering gait renewing as he moved around them to put the woman between himself and the boy. Dead green eyes turned to him as he moved past and three words slipped from his tongue. "All hail Jupiter." The smile he wore was the diseased one he had shown before and with that he would set off once more, more then willing to put this meeting behind him.

-exit Kylar-

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