Death hung back, looming like a protective shadow, she was the Light and he was the Darkness. Royal's words rang out and he waited, watching, listening, hellfire gaze narrowing as she wandered further from him, further form the shadows to hid him so well, into the field of decaying dead flowers. How fucking ironic. The first to arrive showed himself and Azryel felt his hackles bristle, jaws parting as a low rumble sounded. It was then that Death moved from the shadows.

He strode with a sense of confidence, moving to Royal's right, hellfire glare upon Lucifer, judgemental as ever and yet, he could not fault his fellow Hellion too much. That was until the Tiger-dog got close and attempted to....

Touch.
His.
Partner.

Touch.
A.
Deity.

Death let a loud snarl sound, ears falling back and yet he held himself, he wanted to spill blood, wanted to paint, to splash the crimson stains on the dead flowers yet... He waited. Mors coul b e heard laughing within his mind, pushing him to lunge to strike, yet there was also a soothing voice, a soft whisper.... Something sweet and deceptively so. He held himself, shaking and snarling, fur bristled. This male was too close to Royal, to close to the Light. He did not like it. He did not like it one bit and if it was to be a rivalry then so be it.

Azryel glanced to Royal, looking ot catch her gaze before he threw back his head, jaws parting as a deep howl rang out. It was a strong sound, something almost ethereal about it, as there almost sounded to be two tones, a trick his mother had taught him and it was melodic in the way a distant brass bell was. The King called out to those in the area where the Queen was soft, he was blunt. HE would bait far mor, draw in as many as possible and be the silent protector as she used her honey-sweet words to bait them further.

Catch.
Them.
All.

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Crouched in the brush, Calypso had made her camp within the damp darkness of lonely forest floor. Claws of hard branches enveloped her in a nest of sorts, free of most nettle and leaves and brittle from the cold. Still, a low-lying pine branch crossed the sticks' arms to create a sort of sheltering roof. Here is where femme curves curled in slumber. 'For I, your Deity, Is here to bring you to the gods and help you repent and show your true colors to the world.' Ears twitched at this sound unconsciously. It started her wheels turning again, but sleep still wrought her. 'Come! Show your faces so that I may lay my eyes on the followers of the gods! Those willing to spill blood in order to survive! Come, and remove your sins as you accept the help of the gods.' A voice. At this, the witch blinked her eyes awake. At first, she was irritated; who dare disturb her at this hour? She was very aware she owned no part of this wood, but it was still a time to sleep. Then, however, mind processed what was being said.

The uncanny similarities to her own belief system made Calypso question whether or not it was her own mind speaking, or echoes of a dream. Still laying, head swiveled to peer out a break in her makeshift den's pine roof, which gave her a concealed front-row seat to Royal herself. Eyes squinted as more came. Accept her as their deity? Who did she think she was? But, icy intrigue still gripped her. It was all too powerful. Against her better judgment--for a second time so soon--the shewolf pushed herself to her paws and revealed herself. Brow raised, she would attempt to approach the small group, namely the apparent leader, at a distance.

“Alright ma'am, you have piqued my interest.” Calypso said. Ears were up, but tail swung freely at her rump in neutrality, and head stayed lowered. If this 'deity' woman was a ruler of some sort, the minimum amount of respect was going to be given. Especially in loo of followers. She didn't care to be ripped limb from limb. “I will require more information. What gods, what deity, what sins? Who's lands, and what are her rules?” Calypso would then lower her eyes to the ground, dipping her head likewise to Royal. This time, introductions were mandatory. “Forgive my boldness--I am the witch Calypso.”

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