Aren's lips pursed at the girl's teasing. He wasn't entirely certain if she was being serious, if she was joking, or if she was just trying to get him to lower his guard. Regardless, he had been around the block too many times to place any faith in the words of a person he knew to be untrustworthy.
"I don't have anything against thieves. In fact, I consider the profession as valid as any other, having it's own risks and rewards, but liars are another matter," The Akalak mused, a true smile finally breaking out on his face, "See, a liar can't be trusted, and you've already lied to me once," he explained, his eyes absentmindedly wandering over the tight black outfit the girl wore.
"Now, we may have gone through a tight spot together and I may have saved your life, but that doesn't mean I won't feed you to the dogs if you cross me," Aren stated, matter-of-factly. His words were, of course, just a bluff to get her to do as he said, but that was really more for her benefit.
Though his "threat" wasn't exactly the truth, it wasn't exactly a lie, either. His statement had simply indicated that their earlier adventure wouldn't prevent him from harming her, and that was true. What would prevent him from harming her was simply his own ethical code, but she didn't need to be made aware of that.
At the thief's suggestion that they hadn't been properly introduced, Aren's head cocked, "Why, I do believe you're right. I also believe I haven't seen my money, either..." Before there was time to continue the conversation, however, the Reimancer was forced to breath a sigh of defeat: his time was up.
"My name is Seros, girl, and the hunt... has just begun." With a grin possessed of some decidedly wicked characteristics, and a voice edged like a blade, she had her answer.
"RUN," The Akalak earnestly suggested, something decidedly off about him now that his eyes gave the impression that he was craving blood.
Aren's darker brother, it seemed, had found himself having a change of heart. He didn't want the chase to be over so quickly; he wanted to stalk his prey some more, to smell the fear on her scent, to taste the kill in the air. His brother would not allow the crazy bastard to really harm her, but he recognized the value in letting Seros express these violent urges, at least to a degree. |
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