Inquisition
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The Amenti king had been plenty busy-hungrily so in his endeavors to further the reaches of his kingdom. Still, he found himself remarkably surprised that another vagabond had found their way to his empire. Was he pleased? He knew not, and regardless of if he lacked the ability to be happy about this or said he shrugged it away as another issue to be addressed at a later date. Lips twisted into a tightened grimace and he followed the gentle trail that was left by his daughter-Meinx. Her greeting of the rogue was suitable and expected for her age; one day: he would need to show his children how he handled the idle threats that found them. Tongue wrapped across inky lips and he lowered his head over his chest. Figure was lingering near Meinx and a low question erupted from the man's throat, "You wish to join us? Oh, how splendid!" The facade of pleasure was evident. Syrinx was not going to be charmed by the woman. She needed to learn that her mostly appealing physical stature was not going to woo him. He was not the type, "...Except not really, mi amor. Tell me why I'm wasting my time on you?" Do something bold. Surprise me. His thoughts were clear. She was just like the others. |
"Tell me why I'm wasting my time on you?"? he demanded.
She nodded and lunged for the Arkhos and sailed over his body, claws digging into a large rock as she bounded up the side of the cave. Higher and higher she climbed until she stood on level with the raptor. With a vicious growl she sailed for the bird and grabbed it by its wing, free falling with the bird in het jaws clawing at her eyes, she raised her head and landed, slamming the bird against the cold stone floor with the weight of her fall.
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At first it was an immediate need for aggression that grasped the man. His ears dropped back against his head, and had she not been so fast to make her point of interest clear he would have gladly snapped for her face, her bones, and crushed everything. Tail lashed out violently and angrily and he only calmed as the other drew farther and farther away---higher and higher up. A smile formed on his inky lips and he rolled back onto his rear to watch her. The silence as the fowl fell to the earth with deafening cracking and popping was intriguing to his ears. He loved it. Had he not already been willing to speak to her about a position Vyvienne arrived. demanding. As ever.
"What If I were to tell you that you could not have her?" it was a challenging question and he rose his brow to her--staring at her and waiting. If he denied her that he was aware of the interest that it would build--the character display it would surely give Vyvienne. If she was broken of her way once in awhile--perhaps she would be a calmer woman, but he was not going to press for such at the very moment. This was not a day that belonged to her, "If she wants you then you are to be taken. You will be assumed to fight and join the ranks of my Force. If you do not pull your own weight--ill take some of the weight off of you," and by that his underlying meaning was clear. She would lose pieces before she lost tasks.