- continued from Crystallum Cliffs -

His soft chuckle had a small smile playing on Dea's face, her pink eyes glittering as she spoke, "I suppose it could be considered special enough. Though one mustn't forget, I am also divinity in my own right." While she belonged mostly to chaos, Dea was always finding herself internally arguing with herself, and now she wanted to find out just what this Fallen God was all about.

After their walk began and Archon spoke of his god, Dea felt an odd vertigo sensation, something clicked into place as she listened. It was the first time she had experienced such a strong gravitational shift as if the earth had been ripped out beneath her and replaced with something far better. Instinct told her it was a sign she was on the right track. Keeping her silence about the experience, Dea made eye contact and responded when appropriate, saving her questions for later after she mused over what he told her.

There was a pride about her gait, suggesting her earlier discovery, a hop in her step where before there had been a dragging of her paws. Suddenly, the woman was lit from the inside out, absorbing the knowledge that she was headed where she was supposed to be headed as if truly going home for the first time.

"Talk." "You." Think.

Archon walked next to the woman, keeping her slightly closer than he might another wolf. Of course, Dea wasn't just any other wolf. She was a budding follower of The Fallen God. It was an exciting and precious position and proof that God was still working his way into the minds of the new and young. She, herself, was a beacon of hope and prosperity for the fallen angels, but a glimmer of despair to other mortals who rejected God. Through her, God grew stronger by at least one member, although she had the potential to grow it by so much more.

Archon let his eyes graze over Dea whenever he could without being obvious. His mind couldn't help but linger on all the possibilities for her. She looked to be strong on her own and Archon was already tempted to imagine that any offspring she may have would carry these genes along with them. Perhaps this was how attraction should feel? Or was it lust? God's will for growing the angel's numbers?

Alas, Archon was getting ahead of himself.

He spoke at length about their family and God's will. He explained that their god could be just ad cruel as he was good. He touched on the thought of culling those found unworthy and how that power ran through every Abraxas.

When the duo arrived at the border, Archon slowed.

"It may not look like much, but that only gives it so much more potential," he rumbled. "As per the agreement, please treat the original pack members as kindly as warranted, but you do not have to lower yourself to their level. They are, however, a great tool to learn about how blessed God's followers are compared to the mortals here."

Once they reached the borders, Dea found herself with more questions, mostly about the brushed-over topic of culling. Still, when Archon spoke, Dea listened and took in what he had to say. She hung on his words, and when she realized this, she mentally pulled herself back a little bit. Dea was not a wolf to swoon, even if the male she crushed on was a powerful godling who just so happened to oversee a whole pack! "I have no reason to treat them otherwise. Hopefully, I do not gain a reason to treat them differently. Fear not, I am not here to topple your hard work, I am here to help lighten the load." A small smile quirked her lips, and she looked over the pack land as she purred her pleasure at their surroundings.

"You have an astonishing eye for pack prospect, this has great potential! How many call this place home?" Dea looked over at him and smiled as her earthen tail waved behind her hips. She was going to love it here, she could already tell.

{OOC: Bleh sorry it's sucky...my muse is flip-flopping XD}

"Talk." "You." Think.