In the dead silence of night, the small demons continued to patronize her to near insanity. Some moments would be more peaceful then others, their kicks lighter and their overall movements almost non-existent, while others nights felt as if they were having a spar right inside her. Nuisances, the female reflected, the love of a mother having its limits when it came to Esmeralda. Despite the pregnancy, the demon Queen's fearsome aura did not diminish. If anything, the serpent's bite became quicker to strike while forked tongue's hissing was now an even more common tune to the forest.

The border came upon the ashen she-wolf quicker than expected, her internal conversing preoccupying, green slits narrowing to inspect her current position for potential canines. Ebony nostrils flared as the incoming winds escorted recent scents, delicately flowing them into her nasal passages to be analyzed. While the information was processed in mere seconds, a new sign of unknown life came upon the wind in a different manner, her ears rotating to the appropriate direction. Even with a large stomach, the Alphess immediately made haste to their location, moreover concerned with a weakling tainting her territory than acquiring a possible member.

"Speak your name, brute," although Alphess Esmeralda had already mated, that quite evident in her figure, brutes still reigned for the first position, over females, on her dislike list. The raven male before her now was completely in her narrowed gaze, the emerald eyes showing her intolerance for weak figures. As her demons cackled at the sight of another potential victim, Esmeralda continued. While she spoke, she could not help but think of how much nicer it was to act as she pleased, allowing the demons to run free, instead of remaining in her constant masquerade at Helidos. "Instead of falling to my jaws, convince me there is actual worth in your being so I do not have to waste my energy on killing you. The pack you come upon now, my pack, is not for the weak, moreover the weak are not permitted to even to exist."

No time was wasted nor did the two shared a dance of verbal wits, instead everything was met head on. It was something Esmeralda had yet to experience on either border and it intrigued her demons. They cackled, whispering amongst themselves, as their host, and follower of their true King, observed the brute before them. Eyebrows raised for a mere moment at his proclamation before they returned to their original position. Nothing appeared to the visible eye but the wicked serpent could imagine both of their demons whipping about their figures like small whirlwinds, the Alphess's gathering around her to inspect the unfamiliar beasts. Silence. Their chatter immediately halted at her command, delivered in a way to reveal their fate should they argue, as the she-demon continued to be intrigued by his way of speaking. "Feeble nor delicate you do not appear, though your potential as a burden will be determined." The forked tongue flickered outward for a brief moment, still determining her reply. There was no need for haste and though Esmeralda was sure in her words, making him await in only his thoughts would test numerous abilities.

"Your swear of oath means nothing until I deem you and your company's worth," she could imagine her demons laughing to the latter of her comment in their sickened, yet shared, amusement,  "and the matter of you giving your soul is somewhat respected but irrelevant. The souls of those whom join my pack already belong to me, willingly or not." The Alphess already saw a shared aura between them but that fact would not lighten his interrogation. As she continued to speak, her hind legs fell to the ground in a bold sitting position, the extra weight an annoying yet intolerable burden. "You speak of murder, the potential, but how true is this proclamation? Tell me, rogue, could you slay a female or a pup? Not just a pup whom has just entered this world, blind to all, but one with personality and soul, who will feel the inflicted pain and sense ill intent behind it, before they plummet into Hell's gate? And can you promise your supposed anger and hatred to me, for it to be used at my every whim without a sliver of hesitation? Can you? Can you swear yourself to me and never waver even when those whom call themselves the ones of light try to force false sense into you?"

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