PICK YOUR POISON, IGNORE YOUR PURPOSE

His eyes flicked to the pups, a strange thing. One who looked like him, and two of pitch black coloring - with wings no less. He cocked his head to the side as he got a better look. Surely she would have wanted to have them, a chance to be a better mother. Though she wouldn't have that. Not here. Larentia knew her crimes, she knew what she was now. Nothing but a w h o r e, held in a jail cell. He'd break her eventually, sending in Ares, Wendigo, hell maybe Phobus if he wanted a bite.

"If you must know, I was thinking of naming this one Raven. It's not set in stone, of course-if you don't like the name, feel free to offer an alternative." Her glare was hardly something he missed. That's all she had the power to do anymore. She slid the children away from her, they caught on a smoother patch of terrain. "I couldn't care less what you think of me. Do what you wish, my heart isn't with you anymore. I don't want to be toyed around with, and I certainly don't want to be w h o r e d around with either. But since you so blatantly disregard that, here, here I am, the pack w h o r e ready for use. I could not care less what you do."

He cackled at the statement, at her snarl. He rose to his feet and got in her face with a snarl of his own. "You don't get to make demands anymore. Your wants are not welcome. Don't use that tone with me, or I'll call the guard to have their rounds with you, since the only thing you're good for anymore is pupping." He stared into her hueless eyes. He smirked, looking over his shoulder and then back to her. "Fine, the little runt is Raven. But the real ravens, will be Huggin and Munnin - After Odins ravens." He stood over her, just like the good old times. "Shall I send in the man who could be set up as Nadias future husband to get a good, up close and personal visit with her traitor, w h o r e, mother? And just a quick little food for thought . . ." He got close to her audit. ". . . He likes the taste of blood and flesh." He cackled again, backing off, with a glide in his steps as he moved. "Maybe, I'll let Ares in with him. The boy could learn, and we all know you're experienced enough." He wanted to hear her reply, knowing it'd be snarky. Knowing she'd object.

Beartooth;