STAR-RIDDLED SKIES

ooc: aly is making me dig out my thesaurus. dem awesome big words gurl. ;D


The male remain apathetic, as the pallid wraith turned towards him. No expression would slip past his mask of neutrality, as she speaks. He suffocates the desire to chuckle at her assumptions, and remains quiet for a few long moments. Ebony lids fall over his molten gaze, and he quietly speaks. "And if I am?" He questions her. What would she do, if he was indeed following her. Perhaps he'd follow her anywhere he chose. He took a breath, she smelled different now- like a pack wolf. A smile breaks his mask, "In our brief meeting- I didn't take you for a mere pack wolf." He says lightly, no she seemed to ambitious to take another's commands. He waits, for her to answer him, wondering if she will rise to his taunts.