The tension, one-sided as it was, could have been cut with a knife. She went to great lengths at the height of her emotions not to snarl - a snarl was the precursor to violence, and as such it remained a sound rarely uttered from her snow-dusted maw, as the Five generally frowned upon such things - but it took all of her strength to reign in the ugly sound bubbling up within her throat. She coughed once, hoarsely, trying to shove it back down in the pit of her stomach, which churned all the more hungrily as she continued to stare at the empty cache.
The small one, the mудак's — asshole's companion, had stayed fairly neutral thus far and was at least not the focus of her ire. He still had a little air of sassiness about him, a smug knowing that rankled her, but she knew in her heart that whatever sins he had committed originated from the white demon beside him. Petulant, conniving, sneaking, smirking scum-of-the-earth, daring even now to throw her words back at her face as if they had any application in this scenario. The gall! The nerve! How dare he suggest she had been anything but sincere when she willingly invited him to her hearth and home?
“I meant what I said,” she replied acidly, dangerously shakily, narrowing her eyes as her claws continued to dig deeper grooves with each word, “But I think we both know that what you have done was sinful, terrible, and purposely... what is word... malicious. You are smiling like the weasel, and you are full of bad things, and I do not like you.”
"That simply isn't true, as I think of it Amaranth enjoyed my company so much we even went on a trip together a few months ago."
A bell that could not be unrung.
In the scant few seconds before she utterly threw herself at him in a frenzy, Amaranth, in all of her ethereal perfect timing, slid liquid-like into view and Valeska's heart stopped. Confusion and hurt overcame her, and she glanced rapidly between the golden woman and her implied paramour, the blight and pestilence that was Alastor. She had regarded him with suspicion from the outset, but her companion's fascination and insistence on giving him a fair chance overrode her fears. But now, to see him proudly boasting over his own sin, caught in the act and reveling in it - to learn that the two had secretly bonded so - enough to holiday away from Fate's Respite, just the two of them - sure, she had wondered where Amaranth had gone, but she never suspected the pair of...
Jealousy blossomed like a poison flower in her heart, and for the first time, she looked at her mate with anger burning in her eyes.
But... no.
Her gaze turned back to the snake, and she grit her teeth and suppressed another ugly sound.
It was him. He was the sower of fell seeds, of dark desires and short-lived carnal pleasures. Surely he had bewitched her somehow, enchanting her with his wicked tongue and fair ways, leading her astray from the light and goodness and Valeska.
“This place is built on trust,” she said pointedly, twitching an ear in Amaranth's direction. “I trusted you to be fair, as I have also been fair. This... was not.”
The silver wolf turned to glance at Hawkes - the demon's young parasite, as she was loathe to call him a companion to such an unlikable monster - and snorted, lowering her head. “At least you are having manners. You will learn nothing but meanness and selfishness with this демон — demon, and there is still time for you to become wolf you were meant to,” she said. “Not this skulking leper who hides in darkness.”
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