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<b>[ ooc</b> i suck starters, sorry! x_x also, this is set after mother may i, and being vague about the outcome of that since it's unfinished. <b>]</b>
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guttural growls <b>{</b> so hushed yet <b>demanding<i>!</i> }</b> erupt from clenched jaws as the ghoul navigates into her son’s proximities with the finesse of a <i>VIPER</i>, hoping to ensnare the titan’s attentions entirely. the hint of a <u>sneer</u> manifesting upon her abysmal countenance as she approaches the fledgling tyrant and attempts to halt parallel to his behemoth physique, her skull duly tipping back in slight to regard his visage in full with a frigid stare. <font color="#99747d">“it appears as if your <b>slave</b> thinks she is a <s>QUEEN</s>,”</font> the elysius notes, the bitter edge to her vocals unimpeded in the presence of cherished kin.
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His mothers hushed growl has his skull rotating towards her approach. A sneer threatens to shatter expression, though her gaze is as frigid as always. Bitter words spill from her pale lips, pulling his brows up at her tone. For a moment he would ponder over her observation, curious to know more about their meeting and its outcome. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Is that so?"</b></font> He knew it was true, his little slave refused to see herself as anything less than a Queen. But she still sat at the lowest of the lows, unable to even challenge for a rank or her freedom. She was nothing. And yet his mother stood at his side, her disdain for the woman rolling off her in waves. It was a curious thing to see his mother upset in her own unemotional way. 
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Haunches reclined towards the earth, tails curling around his hips. His silver gaze never left his mothers, meeting her stare evenly. He was not overly concerned with the matter, for his little slave was not a fighter. Well not a fighter of the physical sort. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"I suppose you have a suggestion."</b></font> He left the door open so that his mother could spill her thoughts, though he already had a plan of his own forming in his mind. He would always take his mothers suggestions into consideration, for it was her duty to advise him in matters of his pack, but it was not his duty to meet her every need. He allowed the silence to stretch on until his mother spoke, curious to see into the dark confines of her mind.

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<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td><div style="width: 450px; height:auto; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: -20px; background-color: #141414; padding-right:10px;"><div style="padding:20px; text-align:justify; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; line-height:15px; letter-spacing:0.5px; color:#9e9e9e;">celestial lenses surveil his chiseled countenance with a fervency <b><u>unrivaled</u></b> in an attempt to pinpoint his stance on their current predicament, incredulosity evident with the ascension of his brows. and a singular brow of her own quirks at the notion of his contentment, her amazonian form a rigid contrast to his slackened as adrenaline persistently courses throughout her interior. tapered shoulders rolling in their sockets to subtly release accumulated <i>tension</i> before the ghoul saunters forward in predatory motion <b>;;</b> so customary of the elysius tyrant. pupils vacating the titan’s own as her stride stunts, attempting to position herself adjacent to the dark sovereign -- shoulder to shoulder, and facing opposite directions. <font color="#99747d">“though, i suppose when you are treated with the respect reserved for the <i><b>competent</b></i> --”</font> she begins, her rasp retaining characteristic monotony despite a circumstance that warrants indignation. <font color="#99747d">“-- a collar and CROWN are one in the same.”</font> and a venomous grin <b>{</b> lack of <s>mirth</s> <b>}</b> contorts frayed lips as her gaze haphazardly scours their shadowed surroundings, broad skull simultaneously shaking in slight with a minute trace of disdain. 

his request for <i>advice</i> is met with a sardonic yet humorless chuckle, the dissonance of the sound eerie even for the phantom <b><s>queen</s></b>. and her muzzle rotates in towards his rugged form as she searches for his molten gaze <b>{</b> so reminiscent of her <i>mother</i>’s <b>}</b>, unsheathed nails duly seizing the verdant earth beneath as the urge for BLOODSHED swells and dominates her twisted thoughts. <font color="#99747d">“<b><i>B R E A K</i></b>  her,”</font> is the lilted proclamation offered to her king, the criminal smirk still discernible upon her visage. <font color="#99747d">“grant her no opportunities to govern any situation, no matter how great or small in significance they may be,”</font> she continues, presumably pragmatic ----- if only for the moment. <font color="#99747d">“and if she refuses to accept her lowly status, rip her <b><i>limb</i></b> from <b><i>limb</i></b>, part by part.”</font> as she had done with <i>her</i> <b><u>toys</u></b> in a former life. <font color="#99747d">“-- until she realizes how disposible she truly is.”</font>
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His mother was moving, facing him, though sitting shoulder to shoulder. She speaks, words monotonous as always, though she does not hide the venomous grin on her lips. His own lips contour into a silent snarl of bared teeth. He did not care for his mothers suggestion that he didn't know how to treat a slave, or that a crown and collar might be the same. Her gaze was on their surroundings, a slight shake of her crown in disdain only furthering to foul his mood. When he requests her advice, he is met with a humorless chuckle and words that are of no help, for he already knows. His expression falls flat, looking at her evenly and blankly. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"You think I don't know that?"</b></font> He inquires, words deceptively cool for the temper that was threatening to flare its head and inflate his chest. He locks everything into place behind a neutral mask that he had perfected thank to his youth beneath his mothers command. 
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He was already aware that breaking her would the key to her submission. But he had quickly learned that she was far to resilient to be broken by constant beatings, nor did he have enough time in his life to try such a tactic. He knew what his mother saw in her, a toy that was far too out of control, far too disrespectful for her rank within the pack. Had she come willingly, no one would look at her twice for her behavior, but she had not, he had all but dragged her here. And now he had turned to his mother for a bit of insight into the female mind, his first mistake, but he had not expected to be so unhelpful... An inaudible sigh slid from between his lips as he fixed his gaze on his mothers face. 

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<font color="#99747d">“she would have you pinned as a fool,”</font> the phantom states, vocals soft despite their heavy burden. sadism fueling her relentless desire to witness the demise of the unruly serf at the dark titan’s paws ----- or her <b><i>OWN</i></b>. <font color="#99747d">“so do not <i><u>become</u></i> the fool, odysseus.”</font>
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His mother was unfazed by his sudden temper, not that he expected to whither beneath his glare, nor did he expect her to sugarcoat anything she ever said to him. He was just a pup when she told him that she had killed his only brother. She was not capable of lessening the blows of her words. But her next words were condescending, inquiring whether he really knew how to deal with his slaves or not. Lips twitched with a tempted snarl, though only a growl slide between clenched jaws. She would continue, claiming the Evike though he was putty in her paws. He would scoff. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"And have to stooped to her level to believe her?"</b></font> He inquired as she closed the distance between them, invading his personal space without hesitation. He didn't flinch as his mother closed in with the intent to solidify her point. Her soft words were heavy with burden, and his patience had reached their end. Eyes narrowed at his mothers warning, temper flaring in his steely gaze. 
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<font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Then by all means, show me how its done."</b></font> He snapped with venomous words, peering down at his mother through narrowed eyes. Tensions rolled off him, sarcasm tainting his words despite the open invitation that he knew his mother would snatch up in a heartbeat. He was well aware of what was going to happen. Evike was going to be an example...

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and it is as the elysius phantom tears herself from their venomous <s>embrace</s> with receding hopes that her liege permits her <b>vehement</b> intervention. her retreat suspended as the knowledge seeps into a scheming psyche, forcing celestial lenses to narrow in a brief portrayal of increasing suspicion. yet her protege makes no further argument to <i>deny</i> her the sadistic opportunity to maim and <b><i>annihilate</i></b>, and the smirk dissipates from her cruel visage. <font color="#99747d">“consider it done,”</font> she proclaims, her muzzle inclining with physical confirmation as she pivots from the titan and serpentines into obscurity. saccharine daydreams of combat and chaos a thick shroud upon her mind.


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His mother laughed. It was not a sound he was accustomed to hearing, her whimsical sounding happy, though in reality she was simply mocking him. She would assure him that she was only informing him, and was not actually believing. But as she closer, her voice softened to deceptive tones. He remained silent as she sought to reprimand him, his emotions carefully held in check for he knew that battling against his mother would get him nowhere. He held her gaze evenly, even as she looked at him for a tense moment, waiting for him to snatch back his offer. But she would take it, pivoting away from him and departing before he could change his mind. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Mother,"</b></font> He called after her retreating form. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"She will remain alive."</b></font> His words were icy, promising retribution should her status of life change at the jaws of his ruthless mother. He would then rise, silver gaze lingering on her for only a moment longer before he pivoted away, taking an course opposite of her own.
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His crown shook slowly, knowing full well that he just gave his mother permission to make his slaves life a living hell. A sigh slide from his lips, nostrils flaring to seek her out, and perhaps sort this out before his mother was able to get a hold of the ebony woman. There was no denying that only bad things would come of this, and Evike would take the brunt of it, his mother remaining relatively unharmed. 
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