05-30-2018, 02:39 PM
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Oh yes, this boy was an interesting one. The way he studied her... they way he spoke... it provided Amren with much intrigue, a smirk appearing upon her own lips as she continued to gaze almost defiantly up at him. He was her commander yes, and of course she would listen to him, but she still wished to assert her and her unwavering dedication to herself. She was her own person through and through. Being a member of Blackfall didn't change that. [align=center][color=#414a4c]✴ ✴ ✴
Yet, anyways.
She knew of her capability to be loyal and dedicated to a cause. She had been just once before... not to her home dimension or her father and all of his orders and restrictions and unwillingness to let her live. No, she had been loyal to the dimension she existed in prior to this one, the dimension that contained the babbling idiots she considered her best friends. Or had considered. They didn't exist, not anymore. Amren had just gotten out with her life and she couldn't have brought any of them with her, not when they were too attached to each other to leave one another behind. They had told Amren to flee though, knowing that she would be able to, knowing that even she couldn't save them.
She had been bouncing around in mortal forms since, hardly thinking about that part of her life because it stirred something inside of her that she perhaps wasn't ready to come to terms with. She wasn't vulnerable, she couldn't afford to be vulnerable. Not when she was all edges and fire and anger. Pure, concentrated anger.
But right, back to the pearls and Thomas and Cain. [b][color=#414a4c]"Am I your dog, boy?" She inquired with a wicked laugh, smoky eyes gleaming. [color=#414a4c]"As for cultured hmph, I doubt that. Maybe more cultured than you boy, but certainly not I. If you weren't aware, I have an affinity for the finer things in life. Art, music, fine literature. Or do I not strike you as that type of person?" A rare sort of humor laced her words and even she vaguely wondered why. You've gone mushy thinking about Rhys and the others, she thought to herself. It didn't matter though, she had to tell herself that.
She supposed that she was especially grateful for Thomas's interjection and subsequent recounting of his sister. [color=#414a4c]"Sometimes it's best to charge your demons on head first, boy," Was all she could find in herself to offer. She could not, would not, extend her sympathy. Amren had never been a creature of sympathy or empathy or basic compassion. She cared for people under that sharp exterior but never was she forward about it. Never.
Absently twirling a strand of jet black hair around her finger, Amren would cackle. [color=#414a4c]"You're so right, Cain," Another laugh interjected her words, [color=#414a4c]"He's so much nicer than the both of us combined."
I'M A [color=#414a4c]CUT THROAT QUEEN
I MAKE THE [color=#414a4c]RULES; I DO AS I [color=#414a4c]PLEASE