And so the beast meets the beauty once more. Amethysts surveyed him as he loped toward her, sauntering in a slow and relaxed posture. What harm could the trophy do? Not much as is. She wasn't very practiced in battle. Yet in time. War was on the fringes of change, which ran so commonly in the Alacritian lands. Once upon a time she had been free to observe. But now she was like a dog, following his or her captor to the end of their days or til freedom was granted. She wanted to prove herself, and in that way, she would have to supply some sort of remorse for Diamond-back. His short and gruff voice was that of a hint of questioning. No trials of enduring her attempts at sly manipulation could be tinted on her voice, but only a soft reply. "I just want to fix what I bid wrong in ou ? my first impression." The beast had regarded her for a moment, before she would continue. He had executed his side of the deal perfectly, showing dominance and other traits from the start. She, otherwise, had failed to do so. "I joined Arcanum out of force, but intrigue has driven me to desire being controlled. Someday, I'd like to prove what I can be worth. Fighting is the skill I desire, though I am out of practice from merely observing battles. Alacritia runs with those who are willing to bleed for a crown and those who are cowards. Of course, Arcanum is filled with those worthy."
