Defiance rings clearly in your actions
But in truth I am just a lost child
A shell of what I once was

I smolder myself in shadows
Bereft, unclaimed, unwanted
Perhaps the biddance of the end is what I seek

Dare you take this from me?

Daggers dug into arid earth, dust rising among ivory's hooves . . . confusion clearly seen in disturbed orbs of amber liquid. Colors flashed over brute's vision, emotions whirling in rogue's once calm mind. Caught off guard, steed mumbles slightly an incoherent answer.

"Morgul - Elas, I am bidden to reside here . . ."

Abrupt halt in speech, as insicors lash out visciously at darkly stained vixen . . . partially in anger, more in amusement at getting him to speak.

"So you believe that you live in utter darkness? Perhaps we shall see in the time that is forever constant. You need not know more of me, for you shall pass in but a flicker . . . "

Questioning orbs slid over femme's body, fiery spirit returning due to femme's defiance. So she believed herself adept to live among what he called his home?

"Where did you come from, angel of mercy?"

His question was more of a command, his voice iron velvet, slipping into her mind . . . lulling her to bid him.