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08-07-2014, 11:25 AM
As she had expected the cat would do, she is silent through all the hot air that buffets from the dark lips of the sly tongued bitch, a knowing expression finding its way on the passive features of the tiger that gives the mare enough of a notice that her game is being played with one who is not stupid – and while she usually gloats on the discovery of an idiot, in this particular case, she is glad. A dumb creature such as this would be a dangerous threat to bring home; a smart one would see all the swords drifting around the vale and mind themselves accordingly. That was not to say that there wouldn’t be disagreements and scuffles, of which there were plenty as with most families – the difference being that the cold hearted Lady cared very little for their squabbles and personal concerns, so long as they weren’t killing one another or breaking any of their rather loosely defined rules. The compliment laced in the words of the feline also deepens Illynx’s assumptions that the tigress knows that the woman is often found playing this game with lyrics and that she is not fooled; still, the offer is tempting enough to draw further questions from the odd mouth of the beast, and the Lady graciously smiles in return for the knowledge that she has dangled enough sparkle before the cat to catch her attention. Now there was just the closing deal to be made with the usually solitary creature, who surely would not want to be a part of the usual goings on of the Basin. She asks as much, drawing to mind the memory, faint, of course, of a large wolf that had been called the Warden. Grasping for the boundaries on that relationship, she returns the parameters as she remembers them to be, altered more to her liking and in ways that she feels will better suit the tiger’s mindset from what she has gleaned of her so far. "As with any home, I expect you to have a desire to defend it," she explains, "but the affairs of unicorns are not those of a tiger, and I do not claim any hold to your loyalties beyond ensuring that the borders are secure and your meals come from flesh not belonging to my hold." A smile crosses her, ever so devilish in its lines, a dark gleam rising in the very depths of her eyes and flickering faintly through the friendly ruse she displays. "As with all politics, there are victims, of course. An occasional free meal may be given to you from the spoils of war, in return for your kind offer to bolster our ranks with your strength," her voice regains its sweetness over the statement, the dark undertone swept away in the promises of tomorrow, "and there are always things to be done, if you grow restless and wish for an assignment. There is, of course, the additional benefit of friends – whether you truly consider them such or not. The unicorns of the Basin are fierce in their pride, and will defend any who call our hidden haven home to the end, bonds that have been tested in our many years together." |
