Loyal No More [open]

Her posture never changed, her gaze never flickered. She had no desire to remain seated where she was and the mere thought of remaining made her flesh crawl. She remained silent, the phantom dame playing every part of her name as he spoke, long, drawn out, winded, she cared little for his words, what did they matter to her? She had heard them all before, apologies, explanations, understandings, she had been asked to believe in such ideals once and her naivety she had followed them blindly. He reminded her of cruelty, of pain. She did not speak once, muscles did not so much as twitch beneath the ivory pelt, save for the tail that gently battered back and forth. The voices screamed, screeching against her brain and finally Ghost had had enough.

"And I asked to receive whatever punishment was for the two of us, but you choose to exact your punishment upon Segar, denying and ignoring my words entirely. I asked you not to harm him." Stressing the same term he had used and for a moment she lapsed into silence. Hypocritical his words were. Finally though the stone shifted, muscles brought her still slender frame to stand, the breeze ruffling the long strands as the crashing waves slipped over her pads. Oculars as emotionless as ice, bore down at the sea for only a second more before finally flickering to gaze upon him.

"But your vengeance does not end there does it? You will proclaim the product of our union as an abomination, illegitimate before all of Seracia despite the punishment and the shame you have already dealt their father. You will damn pups who are not even born to a life of taunt, suffering and pain." Lips pulled up in a smile that held no humor, the lines on her face would crumple into agony and her eyes would glitter with despair that she let so few see, but even so her voice did not crack and waver, her eyes did not bud with tears. "I should thank you oh mighty king of Seracia, you have reminded me that family is only an incomplete thought, a fancy word, cracked and misshapen. A complex lie made of cruelties, deception and unrelinquished hatred. Kindness, caring, love, compassion... they have no place in this world of darkness and I am a fool to believe for even a moment that they exist." Her words were a great deal more soft, before her face hardened into impenetrable lines once more, her eyes turning back to stone.

"Take your leave of me. I have no more desire to speak. I will be the obedient bitch that Seracia demands of me." Much colder, her tones returned to neutrality, whether she spoke truth or lies could not be interpreted, and all the while her gaze did not stray from the ocean.