Master of the Innocent (Tagged and Open)
Sept 16, 2017 14:53:13 GMT -5
Post by Tiel on Sept 16, 2017 14:53:13 GMT -5
((Well this thread is dead. I'm so sorry everybody for being so late! I'm not sure if we should continue it or not, but here's my post.))
Deimos:
Skia fixed her eyes on Deimos, and he gulped back fear when she began speaking to him. ”A servant… and why did he not howl for an alpha the second he stepped on the border if he truly intended to join. For a wolf that’s supposed to be your ‘servant,’ he seems quite uninformed.” That was quite the question, and quite frankly, Deimos had no idea what his answer was going to be. He was never very good with words.
"Uninformed…" he repeated Skia's last line. "Yes… well…" He looked to Roman. He certainly was uninformed, but he came all this way. He deserved some credit. Deimos turned back to his alphess, stood up straighter, and continued. "Roman is new to pack life, and to the evil alliance in general. I just think that, well, since he seems so ardent in joining, and he hasn't got much experience, maybe he is owed some…" Don't say it, Deimos, don't you dare say it! "…mercy?"
Deimos was just about the worst evil wolf in history.
Mercy. Deimos didn't believe in such a thing. He opened his mouth to correct himself, but perhaps it was best if he just stopped talking.
Skia then spoke to Roman, calling him a slave. Was "slave" really a synonym for servant? Deimos had not thought about it before now. Roman responded in a nervous voice. "Y-your Greatness! Alphess Skia!" he said, his voice muffled by dirt as he bowed so close to the ground. But the next line he delivered loud and clear:
"My allegiance does not have to be to Deimos any longer."
That hurt. That really hurt. So this really was all about survival. Roman wasn't looking for a wonderful master to serve or an evil pack, he was just doing whatever it took to not get killed. And now that he would be under Skia and Fjord's power, Deimos would no longer be able to hurt him.
Deimos only glared at Roman out of the corner of his cold blue eye, then immediately went back to looking up at Skia from his low bowing position. He showed no emotion beyond that glare, and no signs of hurt manifested in his expression. Nyx stepped back and let them have their conversation, just a spectator from the corner.
Deimos:
Skia fixed her eyes on Deimos, and he gulped back fear when she began speaking to him. ”A servant… and why did he not howl for an alpha the second he stepped on the border if he truly intended to join. For a wolf that’s supposed to be your ‘servant,’ he seems quite uninformed.” That was quite the question, and quite frankly, Deimos had no idea what his answer was going to be. He was never very good with words.
"Uninformed…" he repeated Skia's last line. "Yes… well…" He looked to Roman. He certainly was uninformed, but he came all this way. He deserved some credit. Deimos turned back to his alphess, stood up straighter, and continued. "Roman is new to pack life, and to the evil alliance in general. I just think that, well, since he seems so ardent in joining, and he hasn't got much experience, maybe he is owed some…" Don't say it, Deimos, don't you dare say it! "…mercy?"
Deimos was just about the worst evil wolf in history.
Mercy. Deimos didn't believe in such a thing. He opened his mouth to correct himself, but perhaps it was best if he just stopped talking.
Skia then spoke to Roman, calling him a slave. Was "slave" really a synonym for servant? Deimos had not thought about it before now. Roman responded in a nervous voice. "Y-your Greatness! Alphess Skia!" he said, his voice muffled by dirt as he bowed so close to the ground. But the next line he delivered loud and clear:
"My allegiance does not have to be to Deimos any longer."
That hurt. That really hurt. So this really was all about survival. Roman wasn't looking for a wonderful master to serve or an evil pack, he was just doing whatever it took to not get killed. And now that he would be under Skia and Fjord's power, Deimos would no longer be able to hurt him.
Deimos only glared at Roman out of the corner of his cold blue eye, then immediately went back to looking up at Skia from his low bowing position. He showed no emotion beyond that glare, and no signs of hurt manifested in his expression. Nyx stepped back and let them have their conversation, just a spectator from the corner.