CINDERS— PERHAPS IT WAS THE FACT that he wasn’t dealing with a flighty priest, or perhaps it was the fact that Uthric knew exactly what Myles had done to escape his prison, but either way he cannot help but allow a smirk to curve up his lips as dark teeth reveal themselves to put previously held self-control in vain. It was rare that a beast would try to bargain with him. Most outright attacked him, so to be spoken to so civily was a pleasant surprise. Perhaps not to the part of him that craved the bloodshed, but pleasant nonetheless.
“Looking for someone badly enough to kill a whole town who were almost defenseless against you?” He offers, but despite the biting words, he carefully slides the blade back into its wooden hilt, guiding it with a thumb pressed to the blade. “But perhaps I can put that aside if you can tell me what you are looking for?” He offers the conversation, knowing the other to be searching, even if he did not know for who or what. There was very little chance he could even offer any information, but that hardly mattered when dealing with a person who had become little more than a monster.
“Surely you would not have lingered if not for a good reason?” Especially with me on your tail– went equally said as unsaid. Much too strongly implied for it to be merely hinted at. Claw like fingers reach up to shift the mask, to see more of his previously-considered-prey. Giving a face to a voice, while usually unnecesary, seemed more vital in this situation when they wanted to strike a deal.
“See, there is that word: almost. They were almost defenseless, not completely, and the one defense they had was their vile humanity. They had every chance to stop their own fates, but instead they committed the most unspeakable act of villainy, one of which can only be righted through their deaths. You cannot put aside what i have done because what I am looking for was taken by thEM.” Impassioned voice rose louder, anger rippling through like lightening in the echo of the abandoned place, and furious face took a deep breath to try and calm himself.
“I linger because I need you, and I offer a truce. Many moons ago, there was a sharp increase of killings, yes? Violently mutilated, but no part of them eaten? Something along those lines? Around that time, I was taken from my husband - his curse similar to mine yet worse as he has been made to only feed on me. I know he went searching for me, but his clock was ticking far faster than my own and I know that these depraved things you dare to protect that had to audacity to rip me from my home know where he is and I will continue to hunt them down until I find him.”
“Or. You help me. I stop terrorizing the bloodlines of those who slighted me, you can keep an eye on me while we work together find my man who is likely causing more damage the longer we stand around. I know I can stop him and when he and I are finally united together, you and I will part ways and remain forever neutral for solving each other’s problems, never to bother each other again.”
