I AM THE KING OF LIES
Those haunting eyes crinkled in faint amusement, his head inclining at her cleverness in piercing through his words. "Alive." He answered, though after a pause he truly answered her question. "Mine standard of well is not what Denocte seems to offer." He spoke honestly, without pause. He knew what she wanted, she knew that he knew. There was little need in dancing around, or so he believed. At her words, he chuckled low, shaking his head. "Thou art the epitome of persistence, what man might resist thine determination?" He moved towards her, ears flicking back. "Although, one might question thine reason for such insistence."
He eyed her for a long, silent moment, sizing her up silently in his mind. Aside from the spar and their meeting thereafter, she knew nothing of him. Knew not what he was, what he wanted, what he was bred and designed for. Yet... so too did the Night King not take advantage of that knowledge, and it left Ammon in quite the conundrum. His eyes regarded her, dressed in moonlight and gleaming with possibility. "Yet thou hath still, for all thine determination, offered me naught for mine loyalty." He mulled over a thought, an idea, and amusement flickered through him as he moved into an elegant court bow. "Dance with me, and I shalt consider thine proposal... provided thou know how to dance, that is."
He was curious to see what lengths the silver mare would go through to recruit him, whether the fierce warrior could move with even better grace outside of battle.
He eyed her for a long, silent moment, sizing her up silently in his mind. Aside from the spar and their meeting thereafter, she knew nothing of him. Knew not what he was, what he wanted, what he was bred and designed for. Yet... so too did the Night King not take advantage of that knowledge, and it left Ammon in quite the conundrum. His eyes regarded her, dressed in moonlight and gleaming with possibility. "Yet thou hath still, for all thine determination, offered me naught for mine loyalty." He mulled over a thought, an idea, and amusement flickered through him as he moved into an elegant court bow. "Dance with me, and I shalt consider thine proposal... provided thou know how to dance, that is."
He was curious to see what lengths the silver mare would go through to recruit him, whether the fierce warrior could move with even better grace outside of battle.
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