DEVIL'S BACKBONE

Her husbands slipped from the golden womans lips in a strangled whisper as she took a step forward, her neck straining to reach for what did not belong to her. Immediately the silver woman would tense, her eyes narrowing into slits. Lips twitched with the threat of a snarl. So far she was not liking what she was seeing. Though the woman was quick to regain her composure, she would not follow the same path, allowing her displeasure to remain briefly before returning to business. The past between her potential ally and her husband was unknown, so words meant nothing, but that didn't mean she wasnt paying close attention and committing everything to memory.

Business was once again the topic of discussion, lavender gaze clashing with her coral gaze. Just from the brief sentence, Ludicael sounded like a pack she could align herself with. When Arcanum was brought into question, a smirk would adorn her own lips. "Arcanum is not that different from Ludicael, though perhaps a little more twisted in what is desired." It didn't appear that bloodshed fazed the woman, but what would she think of bloodshed simply for amusement, or for retribution that may or may not be entirely deserved. The pack acted on the whims of her desires, striking those she deemed unworthy to walk this earth. There were very few would found themselves able to stomach an alliance.

"Cat Talk"