Diamond-back was a different kind of prositute. He was both handsome and deadly, whose toxic gaze enslaved all it fell upon. Scars riddled his bestial icon. The sovereign was a lucky tempest to have such a powerful male for a friend to bring to bed. Though he was obviously past the friend phase, they having reproduced and creating a little princess. Oh, but that was so long before the goddess had come, a strange feminine touch to the pack. Not many of arcanum owned such stature. Plot twist, indeed. Since she allowed herself to be dominated ? claimed ?, she had set out on righting the wrongs she had bid on Diamond-back. She never quiet caught his name. The sovereign had voiced it once and another time she had called him 'babe'. Mister Toxic-eyes had to be here somewhere. He melted in and out of the shadows so well, despite his barbaric shape. That cave was for nothing. "Diamond-baaaaack?" Her call was soft, yet drawn out to attract the beast. "Whose chassis melts into the shade? None other than you. I'd like to make some amends since our last encounter." Her lyrics were a bit lighter in italian accent, having lost it's habit of rolling r's a bit less and becoming more discernible amongst the people of Arcanum. Maybe Diamond-back would be okay with fixing their shit that had happened recently.
A tremble would wrack his form as her words would slither through his ears, the beast would awake from a light slumber and let out a heavy breath. Dust would puff out from the ground before his features before he would lift himself and slither from his den. What was this? What plans did the goddess have for him today? What terrors and tests did she plan to throw upon him. More words would drift towards him on the breeze and lazily he would follow them. Acidic gaze was hooded, lazy as he approached the white woman from behind. As usual he would keep his distance, cautious of her. She reminded him of Venus, a temptress but little more then that. Lips pulled back into a sneer as he allowed heavy haunches to fall to the ground and study her lazily. "Make? Amends??" His word were gruff, harsh and grating as it rumbled up his throat. His head would shift off it's axis as he regarded her for a moment, brow raising in question as he waited for her to make her case.
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."
She was as relaxed as he was as he approached, but he would remain cautious, carefully relaxed and only to an extent. She would speak, detailing what she wanted to fix and that she had made a bad first impression. Seeing as she had basically rolled over and taken her enslavement yes it hadn't been the best first impression. She would carry on, speaking that she wanted to one day prove her worth and his brow would raise languidly, almost in question. She would speak of rulers willing to bleed for their crowns and immediately his eyes would narrow. Those were those white bitch's word. It was the statement she had said to Cataleya every time they had come across each other. Stating that Cat was simply warming the throne for her, that she had not yet bled for her crown. Teeth would grind together and a hiss would slip from his teeth. "Are you worthy? Are you worthy of my time? Of my coaching or is there another helping you? Feeding words to your lips." His words were a bark, harsh and violent as he stood suddenly, head lowering and hackles raising to make the massive beast seem even larger then he already was. Massive paws would attempt to take him in a circle around her, regarding her coolly before coming to station himself before her. "Mark my words. Play me, fuck me over, harm my pack or my wife in any way and it will be your head on a stump outside my den." He snarled, eyes narrowed dangerously. There was nothing he would love more then to have something to turn his anger to, nothing he would love more then to kill a traitor. Would she be a traitor?
The brute's response wasn't out of the ordinary. The harlot hadn't thought much of what ways her speech could be interpreted, and instantly, the male stiffened, a venomous hiss coming from his lips, acidic gaze boring holes into her skull. A threat of death and her own skull viciously ripped from her crest caused the harlot to take a deep breath, to keep her own heart from kicking at her ribcage. Just as always, her lush accent flitted across her speech, darting inside of it and out. "Caro re, Kylar. I mean that in no way similar to that." Re was a satisfying name enough for a king, the direct translation from italian to english meaning 'Dear king'. Amethysts disappeared behind curtains for a brief moment before she would push skyward, icon rising as she stood. "There is nobody else outside the boundaries of this domain that feeds words to my lips. Not even before I was claimed as Arcanum's little white slave." Honesty flowed around her in a warm aura. Truly she hadn't been coached by another, only having met a woman known as Artemis, but even she hadn't spared her details of who exactly in Alacritia was to be avoided and what words could be spoken. Whatever she had said, it was purely coincidence. Or rather he could think not.
The beast still towered over her icon, whether or not she stood on the tips of her toes to reach his height, exactly like his stepson. A harsh glare burned into her skull, however much lower it may be before the apex of the beast. "I haven't even dared to wander away from this land." She wasn't showing off dominance, but she still yet wasn't submissive. It was a neutral expression that the ghost displayed. "At least I am smart enough to know that, re."
