A God Amongst Mortals

Just as suddenly that she captured his attention, she loses it just as quickly. The man?s gaze slowly drifts away, crawling towards the cracks in the land as if that held more potential than this conversation. But his eyes twitch; slithering back to Roman as he suddenly flashes his canines, lips drawing upward at her question. Not in a threat, no, he had no reason to threaten those around him, but it was the answer to her question.

His lips though relax back over his canines, his head tilting deliberately over as he continues to assess her worthiness of him. Rapidly his mind dismisses her, already deeming her unworthy of the honor of his seed. The man sluggishly snaps his jaws together, saliva being sentenced to the air around him as he chuckles ominously under his breath.

Queen? His conscious plays with the title, and then dismisses it as well. Perhaps to her people she was, but to him, she was just someone that was standing between him and a multitude of potential victims. Systematically his lips pull back into a smirk, nostrils pinching as he scents the air once more. ?Sin-cl-air.? His disconnected speech clips the family name.

So many questions, all at once, too much speaking. His mind rattles against the chains, storm gaze narrowing suddenly as he nods. ?Bl-ood.? Another word the man echoes, his ears abruptly tilting back as he goes to listen behind himself.