The sure extinction that we travel to - Any.

[Hestia]

the cat and the fiddle

He flinches just as she passes through him. Even as he is smiling she still finds herself smirking with pleasure. Satisfied that she could bring even the slightest discomfort to the male. She watches as he opens his mouth.

Though past ages had already warned her of the twinkle she saw in his eye. So she does not get her hopes up for something that she is well aware would not happen right away. She smirks a glint of mischief in her own single eye. Her head cocks to the side a little. Cocky? How so? She says it over the purple stallion, making a effort to over ride his words with her shrill voice. Though he proceeds to step into 'their' space. Her frame flickering with the gust of a breeze from his movement.

She can't help it. Its to much to intertaining. So as the stallion blinks and flirts at the larger more sinister creature. She does the same mimicking his every move. What long drawn out speachs these are. All so common place, its all really quite boring to be honest. Have you no better company Pollock? Is that why I landed your victim? Where you jealious of my life? My family? My enjoyment of something that you will never posess? She cackles loudly at this point, her vocals ringing on the wind, just as transparent as herslef.

In a moment of seething anger she steps up to her ear. What should have been warm breath puffs clouds of cold otherness agaisnt his hairs. I hope you realize that you have just killed the Valley Kings lover. She lets the last word hang in the air. Stepping away slightly looking over his body, looking for any sign of what is running through his mind. While she herself may be dead. He was still alive. He would still have to face the stallion that he had so quickly and easily stole from.

He could try to explain to Fennick how it is that his lover and mother to his children was dead and a ghost. He could try to explain how it is that it came to pass that her face was laying mangled and rotting on the beach. She offers him nothing not a hint as to how much pleasure she was recieving from this torture. He had to know just what exactly he had done. And now concorting with one of the kings herd stallions? Oh how much trouble was this guy asking for?

Tell me what do you think that Fennick, and Gallows will do when they find that you have been cohorting with their newest allience? her eye narrows at the Lavender whore. With all his shine and glamour he couldn't live up to anything that comepared with her family.

Hestia

The living dead