Little Wolf
05-04-2014, 06:57 PM
He would roll his eyes at her words, Nickolai snickering beside the gargantuan. Demyan could hardly give a rat's ass about what his sister was planning on in the future. If she wanted to have an army of little bitches to do her dirty work her, then she could. If she wanted to go around whoring herself and getting knocked up each time, she could do that to. The only thing that he remotely cared about was the fact that she wasn't at his side like she'd been before, wreaking havoc like old times. Now she thought herself a queen, worthy enough to a command a fleet of wolves who were content with groveling at her bloody paws. That wasn't the Cataleya that he'd grown up. The sister he'd lived with since birth was a monster, not the leader to a pack. Then why don't you enlighten me, hmm? Explain to me why having a little pack of minions is such an enticing idea. Why is it better than decorating the lands with their entrails and picking our teeth with their bones? The gargantuan would lower himself to the ground, well past the pack border, attempting to make it seem like he was legitimately interested in what his sister had to say. ooc: lame post ;-; Talk like this |