Time to welcome the devil's spawn

Being here, with this child and with his foreign male was something certainly strange to the hardened killer. Civil conversations had never been a part of her future. She'd never imagined that there would be a time that she would be able to sit down with someone and actually have something of a conversation. Not only that, but she had never believed that she would become a mother. Being a breeder had never been in her agenda. That was left for other females. Not Destruction. Not a she-wench like her that had liked to drink her opponents blood.


Her thoughts settled as Odin's voice broke through, bringing her back to the present. Despite being lost in her own thoughts, she had noticed his demeanour slightly change, as if he were remembering something almost. The onyx vixen made no mention of it, knowing it was none of her business. She didn't care anyway, what he did or didn't do. He was simply some stranger who had chanced upon her and was taking the risk to actually engage her in conversation. His bi-colored gems met her own ivory, crimson rimmed ones, his gray/ivory lips splitting into a smile. The she-devil bristled, having never had someone smile at her before and not mean her any harm. It's fine.she said quietly, not really knowing how to continue the conversation.


Talk like this