white flag

((going away for may long but wanted to get this done before I left :D so sorry for the crappiness))

Why was she here, this was so beneath her... She was born and raised to kill, to betray the trust of her friends, to lie and manipulate those around her. And now she was here, having a pleasant exchange of truths with the alpha of another pack she could care less about. This pack could burn for all she cared but she had to pretend to care, had to pretend that she gave a shit about them for this to work. So if that meant pulling out all the stops then that was what she would do. Even if on the inside she was trying to keep herself from vomiting violently. But despite all her hatred and aversion towards this particular mission she was glad at least to have something nice to look at. The king himself had strong, open features and seemed pleasant enough. In any other circumstance the only reason she would speak with him would be to use him for her less then noble means but hey. Maybe that would come later.

He spoke her name softly, speaking her sire name that the goddess has bestowed upon her. It was something she had never been called before but it wasn't entirely unpleasant and she found her tail licking at her heels as well in response. What did she desire to know? God it wasn't like she could ask about their military prowess and she already knew about their alliances... She wasn't good at this...But before she could ask he agreed that he would like to hear about her pack as well and she smiled graciously with a slight dip of her head to show her compliance. She was probably one of the best wolves to ask other then Nnoitra or Secret after all. Their leader? Smile stayed in place but a wave of revulsion passed through her as she thought of the white bitch currently leading them. Funny how every single one of their leaders had adorned a colourless pelt... "If you wouldn't mind me giving you a bit of history it will be easier... Nnoitra was our founder and original leader, he passed his rank to his adoptive son Kaien and he took a second named Morphine. Most recently one of our members decided she wasn't so fond of the chaotic path and challenged Kaien for rule. Her name is Desdemona and is not our primary leader, she took Nnoitra as her second because the pack trusted her. They are going to the different packs to learn more of them just as I am" she explained almost in an automated tone.

Sharp gaze was turned back to the male as she finished, though, a smile sliding across her features once more. "If you would indulge me Sir Mathias. Do you rule alone? And if you have the time could you tell me about your packs moral standings and the reason behind it's founding?" she asked, head cocking ever so slightly. Hopefully he would agree to those questions, she was struggling to find simple, mundane questions to ask. She was used to conversing with spies, talking military tactics and the strength of packs. There was no way he would indulge her that much... But she wanted to learn some more before she told him the proposition Nnoitra had sent her here to speak with him of.