TOO SICK TO PRAY }solstice challenge
He was not forced to wait long, within a short time she would arrive, sweeping in like the queen she thought she was. Massive skull would raise for a time, eyeing her down his nose and offering her a sneer as he curled his lip at her mere presence. Why was he here? He had been very specific in his call, he had wanted her husband but instead she had arrived. Was he so spineless? A laugh would bark up his throat at her words, cruel and malevolent as he allowed chin to tip down so he could better regard her singular orb that graced her features. ”Where is your husband little bird? Too chicken to fight for his own throne?” His words were languid, rolling off his tongue with practiced ease. He would snort, acidic gaze slithering around her as if waiting for the cross marked male to appear but he would not. It was just them for now. ”I’ll tell you what little bird… I will make you a deal. If your husband fights I will return the little friend who accompanied him to your rescue. Win or loose…” His voice was a languid drawl, head tipping as he smiled cruelly at the thought. He had no idea who the male was but it had been obvious that he had cared deeply for Sibelle. ”In one piece… Not a scratch on him…” He would add to sweeten the deal. Again eyes would slither over the surroundings as he smiled with sickening sweetness. Despite the circumstances that had brought them here he would remain relaxed, would remain at ease. Muscles rippled and rolled beneath ebony pelt as he would watch her, waiting for a response. Would Cat come watch this? He had told her of his plans? As if on cue the cross marked male would appear, probably only a moment behind his wife but enough to allow Kylar to offer his deal without prying ears. The male would offer no touch, no words of encouragement, would offer nothing at all to his wife and Kylar would take note of this and judge Sibelle accordingly. His own wife would arrive only seconds later, slithering her way to his side and offering words of encouragement. He would grin, moving his maw to touch her cheek before she departed to sit beside Sibelle’s mate. His eyes would dance with a silent question. ’Does your mate love you?’ His eyes would ask as he studied her with amusement. |