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There was a slight purse of her lips and a tip of her narrow crown. She would muse out loud something about no neurotoxins and running tests with lesser poisons. He just blinked at her, not really caring to understand exactly what she was saying. But she did assure him that the girl would be ready for the chase. He would nod, a natural gesture despite the fact that she wouldn't be able to see it. On the matter of Evike, she vowed to keep him informed on the matter and whether or not any issues would arise. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Okay."</b></font> He murmured, lowering his skull to his forepaws, the thick fur of her tail acting as a pillow. 
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A ear tipped towards her. She had faith that he could keep his own, but she voiced the obvious troubles within his pack. An odd sense of relief seeped through his veins as she continued to vow her loyalty to him, and would ensure that everyone knew it. His little witch even went so far as to offer her help, her womanly touch on delicate matters, seeing as there was nothing delicate about his mother. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"I appreciate that."</b></font> His voice hushed. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"And perhaps I will take you up on that."</b></font> He weighed the options of telling her the disaster that was about to unfold between his mother and Evike, and the troubles she was proving to be as a slave. 
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<font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"I need Evike's compliance."</b></font> He started, feeling comfortable enough and sure enough of her loyalty that she could act as his unbiased advisor. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"I don't expect her to like me, especially after what I have planned for the girl, but this pack needs her submission."</b></font> Perhaps the insight of a woman would give him the key needed. He cast a side long glance at the witch, curiously watching her expression though he doubted it would change. 

<font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Speech."</b></font> <font style="color: #64110B;"><em>Thoughts.</em></font></div></div>
He would ignore her musings, funny how they had just slipped out as a thought and had gotten transmitted to him. Apparently even the thoughts that weren’t really meant for him were still getting sent. Ah well. It wasn’t like she was especially thinking anything that he shouldn’t be hearing. She prided herself on being blunt and speaking her mind, something that hopefully he would come to appreciate one day. He would reply to her offer of including him in any strife that may arise. She didn’t really need him in the matter, she had no doubt that Newt could handle anything that may arise within the pack but it was still a kinder gesture. He would lower his head onto her tail and she would say nothing, simply leaving it there for him. He appreciated her offer, well that was good because she had seen him taking her words well or badly.

Thankfully he seemed content with it and she would nod in response when he said that he might take her up on that. She assumed they would be done from there, having nothing else to say herself but he seemed to have more. She hadn’t expected him to take her up on her offer so quickly but either way was content with it. A slaves compliance… Head would tip slightly, considering this even as he explained himself and his intentions. ’I see two ways to deal with her. Beatings into submission, break her will. Or a more delicate approach would be to make a deal perhaps. Offer her a boon in exchange for what you desire. Perhaps freedom, a rank within your pack, maybe even your new slaves freedom.’ She would muse, blinking a few times suddenly as if something dawned on her all at once.

’Of course, just because you promise her something doesn’t mean you need to give it to her. Sometimes to have your sights on something only to have it ripped away from you is far more breaking then any physical torture can be…’ She would offer as well. Psychological warfare, it was the type she preferred. As a seerer and a walking lie detector she knew first hand how badly mental games could unravel the mind. Maybe Evike had some secrets suppressed somewhere in her mind that she didn’t want dredged up… Who knew, Erzs had only encountered the woman a few times though she was defiantly a worthy opponent and a potentially valuable ally.
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She offered the obvious first, beat her into submission. Then she would suggest a more delicate approach, make a deal with the rebellious woman in exchange for her compliance. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"There is no amount of physical pain that will break her."</b></font> He grumbled. He mulled over the idea of offering something to Evike, something that he knew she wanted. The witch offered several ideas, most of which he knew she wanted. But she would go on, pulling his lips up in a smirk. She suggested mentally breaking her, offering her something and then snatching it away, allowing her mind to cave in on itself. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Clever one aren't you."</b></font> He mused with a soft chuckle. His weight shifted briefly, his thoughts drifting to the unruly woman. First she had promised his demise, but then allowed him to bed her. And now she was back to despising him after taking the girl hostage despite her own pleas to release the yearling. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"What of Newt? There is no denying that she is not happy about being here."</b></font> He did intend to the woman the enormous woman over eventually as well, ensure that she was a happy, loyal pack member, even if she was only loyal to Ersz as of now.

<font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Speech."</b></font> <font style="color: #64110B;"><em>Thoughts.</em></font></div></div>
No physical pain would break her, oh lovely… Those were the worst ones. Maybe a few days with neurotoxins running through her veins would make her more cooperative but she would not offer. He knew her specialties and he could ask if he wished her to help in her physical breaking. He seemed interested in the idea of mental sabotage and she would tip her head slightly, one brow raising. ’You learn things when you spend you life in the minds of others.’ She would state. She enjoyed using her powers to paw through thoughts when wolves were withering in pain. There would be a lapse in conversation before he would shift to a more personal matter. Newt. She wasn’t happy, even Erzs could tell this though she had no idea why. She had yet to talk to the woman privately since coming here… Maybe that would be a project for tomorrow. But what of her… ’I believe her to be loyal to myself… Though I am unsure of her views towards you. Have you two met before?’ She would inquire, trying to sift down to the root of the problem. ’At this time I personally do not see her as a problem. She has not spoken or acted against you to my knowledge unless you have other information. Perhaps I should talk to her and gain some more insight before offering a solution?’ It was a question this time, she would let it ride out if he wished or at his command she would see if she could figure the problem out.
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Her crown would tip, as she spoke of how she learned most of what she knew from being in the minds of others. It certainly have to be an interesting thing, to be able to paw through the thoughts of others. It got him thinking of how her power worked, did she hear all the thoughts that ran rampant in his mind, could she even see into his mind at all? Or was she simply able to communicate silently? Before he could ask, she had already moved onto Newt. She believed the behemoth woman to be loyal to herself, which came as no real surprise. But she had no knowledge of her thoughts about himself, though he was sure he had a pretty goo idea. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Yes, though she seemed to have a taken a liking to my mother more than myself."</b></font> He answered her question. She would reassure him that the woman was not presently a problem, as she had not spoken or acted out against him, as far as either of them knew. She suggested talking to the woman. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Yes, do that."</b></font> his words a low rumble. Exhaustion sat heavy in his veins, begging him to drift off into the world of sleep. But eyes remained open, fixated on the blind woman before him. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Is there anything else you want to discuss?"</b></font> If not then he intended to use her as a pillow and sleep.

<font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Speech."</b></font> <font style="color: #64110B;"><em>Thoughts.</em></font></div></div>
She was no good at reading minds, she tried to practice every so often but much with scrying it was easy to get lost in the stream, in all the thoughts. She had practiced a few times with her brother and had once gotten lost for almost a day because he hadn’t known to leave her and break the connection. She was getting better at pushing their thoughts down when she touched minds so that her silent voice was more prominent but to be able to send her thoughts and receive those of others was quite the task and one she still struggled greatly with. Ody would go on to speak about Newt liking his mother more then himself and she would clench her teeth thoughtfully. He would tell her to speak to Newt and she would nod easily in agreement. She would do that… So many things to do tomorrow. He would ask if there was anything else and she would tip her head, sightless eyes turning upwards for a moment. <i>’One more thing I have been considering lately.”</i> She would offer, words slow and selective. <i>’The topic of stress relief.’</i> Again gaze would return to him for a moment, the edges of her lips seeming to lift for a moment in the smallest of smirks before expression would slacken once more. <i>’I understand our deal is no child bearing until the winter. But I also understand that there are certain pent up desires that will require release. Especially in a pack full of women. If you wish, you may use my body how you will.”</i> If puppies came of it… Well there were perks to being able to produce poisons within your own body…
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She would nod. His relaxed further into his bed, looking at her sleepily, but there was something else she wanted to talk about. He would lift his head to look at her, obliging her request and preventing himself from dozing off. It was something she had been considering recently, a stress relief of sorts. A brow lifted silently that begged for her to go on. The faintest of smirks appeared to lift the corners of her mouth, something that should be recorded for their rarity. Whatever it was, if it had her smirking, he wanted to know, no matter how tired he was. Their deal would spill from her lips, no children till winter, he knew that, but bringing it up only spiked his interest, pushing aside sleep. This time both his brows shot up, surprise clearly coloring his features. Had he just heard that right? Was she really offering sex? Whenever he wanted? It seemed almost to good to be true. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"In exchange for something?"</b></font> He inquired with a faint tip of his crown.
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His curiosity shot through the roof. He leaned towards her ever so slightly, peering down at her with calculating silver eyes. However, her offer, and whatever else she wanted, relied solely on her narrow shoulders. Oddly enough, he thrived on the pleasure of his partner, he did not care to have a woman beneath him that just stood silently and took whatever he gave. And considering her total lack of emotion, he did not have much faith in her ability to perform just yet. Silver tipped ears cupped towards her, his body suddenly on high alert.

<font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Speech."</b></font> <font style="color: #64110B;"><em>Thoughts.</em></font></div></div>
She could almost feel the anticipation growing in him as she dragged him along on her little journey, stringing him along until finally telling him of the prize. But he wasn't a child, not stupid at all. He knew that everything with her came with a price. Again a slight smirk would toy at her lips as he leaned forward and she would do the same, leaning in as if about to share a secret with him. <i>'Make me beta and don't make me participate in pack hunts. Other social gathers can be up for discussion...'</i> Her words had a slight purr, a roll to them. She knew how the game was played, was quite the master of playing it herself. Younger years spent discovering just how much fun this could be. A proper lady with daddy issues. Since her blindness and the death of her family she had distanced herself from that part of her... But it didn't mean it wasn't still there, lurking beneath the surface and shivering in anticipation at the idea of his touch. <i>'In return. You get anything you want.'</i> There it was. Anything. After all, what good was a body if you didn't use it?
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A smirk again toyed with her lips, something he did not expect to see again so soon. She leaned towards him too, as though they were about to exchange secrets. Her voice was purr, bartering that she not have to participate in pack hunts and be promoted to beta. A low, rumbling chuckle spilled from ebony lips, silver gaze darkening. And in return, he got whatever he wanted. Quite a bold offer, to give him such free rein. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Very well, m'Lady. If you should like a meal, I would suggest attending the hunts."</b></font> He met her demands, making a note to announce her promotion at the next pack event. He had not expected her to participate in pack hunts, even with her sonar, such a task could prove deadly, he could not afford to lose her just yet.
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A faint shiver accompanied her words, the movement so subtle, it almost went unnoticed. Lips curled into a wider grin, a foreleg lifting before seeking to drape across her back and pull her closer, his his swinging towards the back of the den, in order to pull her lender frame against his chest. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"You will be at pack meetings, hunt only if you are hungry, perhaps a few sparring sessions."</b></font> Low words fell from his lips, nostrils flaring with the intoxicating scent of her perfume. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"I think anything else can be left to your discretion."</b></font> Desire spread through his veins like fire, igniting beneath his flesh and causing his control of shadows to flare, the black tendrils dancing across his limbs before reaching out towards in a frenzied rush.

<font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Speech."</b></font> <font style="color: #64110B;"><em>Thoughts.</em></font></div></div>
She didn’t need to see his face to know he was interested, she had caught his attention for the proposition of ‘anything’ and by that she literally meant anything. She could handle pain, abuse, granting sexual favors… She had been in this position before, had traded sex for other things that she needed. He would agree easily to the rank raise and her smirk would remain plastered on her lips. God she hated this, her facial muscles were already feeling weird just like going for your first run after months of inactivity. How long had it been since she had last smiled? Not since she had lost her sight… <i>’I will come, show my support and eat a bit. But I am quite accustomed to living off rodents…’</i> She would state, running her tongue along her lips. She could hunt quite well but not in groups… He would turn his body so they were facing the same way, paw draping over her body and pulling her into his chest. He told her to come to pack meetings, hunt and to spar. Slowly she would pull her tail across his belly, tipping her head back to study him. ’I’ll come when you call lord.’ She would offer, words as purr as she would press herself into his chest. ’Shall we seal the deal?’ Head would tip curiously, brow tipping as she flashed him a smile. She would make sure to show him a good time.
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