Lone would be the demon that walked across the lands. Snow encrusting the tips of his fur as Autumn was making a seasonal path for Winter's approach. The blood patterned male was growing bored, and was in need of some form of entertainment. He had finished his patrols for the morning, and would pick it back up again later in the evening as he usually did throughout the day. Arietta was safely tucked away out of Glaciem lands, his fathers pride in threats seemingly a failure. He laughed back to that day, did he really think he could be controlled and forced to fear him? "Some way to fill your pathetic scrap of an ego." He uttered beneath his breath. It was pathetic really, for not long after his father fell ill with who the hell knew what. Though he didn't particularly care. He would stop, his pace ending beneath a gnarled pine as amber orbs scanned the scenery. Boring and drab...just as always. He so needed a change of pace...
?He shows his face,? came the hushed tones of the Armada Queen as she skirted toward him. She doubted he had heard, for her own hears barely took note of the words she'd whispered. But her mind knew them. Snow splotched her features like inversely colored soot, perhaps adding to her beauty - perhaps taking away from it. ?Sin,? she voiced, her tone carrying neither pleasure nor dismay. It was simply the vocalization of a single word which so happened to be his name. Tail curled behind her thoughtfully - as if pondering whether to raise in display of dominance or fall slack due to the knowledge that he cared not for her power. It chose the latter, and fell slack among her hocks. ?Do you find yourself bored without your woman at your side?? She knew the woman whom had left during the last meeting was a plaything of his - how close they were, she couldn't honestly begin to fathom. She knew so little of Sin. He was practically an enigma to the Queen.
Head would turn at the sound of an approach. Amber gaze falling upon the form of the Queen he had not come to know about, but even so, she was the one running the pack alone while the pathetic excuse for a king welped and hid within the confines of a dark corner. Maw would lift in a brief smile, the male rising with his tail high as usual, though he noted her own was not portraying the authority she so easily carried. He was somewhat confused, and it was today that he would inquire why she held herself so poorly. "A queen should hold herself with pride...and yet, yours seems to have faltered." He would comment, though not to aggravate her, but rather in a neutral yet curious tone. He often cared not for authority, but it was the authority of the albino he didn't care for. She, at least...had earned his respect in some way. Her comment about Arietta had not gone unheard, and it would bring no more then a quiet scoff and a smirk upon his lips. "No. Isardis thought he could gain control over me by trying to force my prize here...and yet, he failed in all attempts. I cannot be controlled, and it is he who fails to recognize that he cannot control me." He would flick the snow off his tail, amber gaze looking her over. "It is a pleasure to formally meet you, my Queen. You are more beautiful and confident alone then at the side of an uncaring wretch." Whether his words would anger her or not, he didn't care. He knew that she knew there was some truth in her words...and he would combat it should she choose to try and deny it. He could see it, for it was obvious in not just the way she held herself, but through many other aspects as well.
