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Eh, I got caught up in other things and so it gets posted now, ^=^;;;
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The pied brute watched as she responded, as was expected, to the sound of his voice. He wondered why she said it. There seemed to be no point to that sound, or any of the sounds, for that matter. She seemed to speak for the sake of speaking; it was not a trait of the children of Korea. He remembered his parent’s efforts. He had known honor, and he knew it, to an extent, even now; it was a part of that lupine existence that remembered everything. And even the darkness knew respect. It moved every day from the sun’s path to allow it its brief glory, however, false it was. But the darkness would always come to take back that which belonged to it. There was but one thing that he had come for, and he would return from whence he came once he took it. It was a simple matter of territory, or so the brute thought of it that way. And he stood now before the territory of another, recognizing it now to be of the lighter male who had claimed to have deflowered hi daughter. A light sneer flickered over his maw. That one had had a black soul too. It may have been different from his own, but it was there just as it was in ever creature; it had merely been stronger.
The thing gripped the staff as it spoke once more. The emotionless facet remained unmoved, unmarred by the sneers that threatened upon his lips. A hint of that ambivalent beauty was terrible for the darkness as he watched and was silent. The growl was heard, and he only responded with that cold, mirthless grating of laughter that clawed the air quietly. “And why do you seek to prove yourself to me?” The tenor voice was only scarcely marred by the Korean as it pawed at the thing’s ears like poison. The tendrils reached out, threatening to draw her in. He could sense the anger and so he would find the fear. That soft grating sounded again as if two stones moved against one another. “Without a pack, the blind perish. It is the way of Nature and Death.” This thing was a fool to think otherwise. The pack was the only thing protecting it. It was the same mistake Cwmfen had made in accepting that lighter male’s loins, but it was not a mistake that could not be...righted.
"Yah,” the tenor called in the manner of Koreans, that suave tenor rising up on the cool air. “Why don’t you come. Embrace the Night and you shall know.” The voice spoke without the inflexion of a question, as if he were stating or fating. Those words dripped in his mockery, as if he were expecting nothing great from the thing before him. It would not be like that Sabeen Thames where he would leave, allowing her to live. But perhaps, if he played with this thing on the boarder of the pack in which his daughter resided, another would be called to attention. The only movement was the secui’s tail that flickered about his feet as if he were settling into the shade, inviting her to come and join him.