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Catello Wulfgard Luppino, Endfield
Crisis Team. I represent the Pack.
Give me any merc job, and as long
as our contract stands, I'll be your
claws and fangs.
He pondered her words. Only for a moment however. Blade pulled back with a spin before sliding into his holster.
“I know not if you speak the full truth. But, I know that you have hurt many. Some even close to myself. And others…Drawn to you in pursuit of power. You give—
my people…Our people…a sense of meaning. For that alone, I cannot cast judgement on you. For The Pack—I would do the same.”
Catello was not the political master. He was smart, competent, and willing to do what was needed.
“In a way..You and The Endmin are not that far—
moments ago fully gone. Returned to his typical, cold demeanor.
She got him. Good too. He didn’t know it, but she was in his head now. Much more than he’d like to admit.
In hindsight, he should have chosen his words more carefully. His alliance may be with the Endmin. . .But, by all accounts. She would be the closest thing to 𝐆𝐨𝐝 for his people.
Her touch alone sending the hairs along the back of his neck into an alert state. Hands fighting—
bella prestazione.”
Mother tongue from the Pack’s greatest assassin slipping.
“I cannot be upset. I asked…That said…Thank you. I’m able to understand how they fell to you so easily..Your words. You mean them all, sí?”
His blade nor his gaze dropping. The shaking from—
“An experienced hunter is one that maintains his guard.”
A simple retort. She was correct, however. He was the one that made the first implication of hostility.
“That said. The action was an insult. Apologies.” Claws over his heart. Offering a sincere bow to Shinku.
"Well, you're the one who walked passed me, you know," she said, resting her cheek in her hand, the tip of her tail flicking back and forth a little.
"I was just sitting here enjoying the sun."
now, I’ve tracked at least one squadron. I would need to conduct a full headcount for proper information. So, tell me, Nefarith.”
Pausing to fold his arms. His tail swaying behind his form.
“How do you convince them?”
There was a pause. All knew how dangerous she was. Yet, when you wandered as much as Catello, you could understand an individual further than what the surface laid bare.
She was sincere in her questioning. As if she knew his mission all too well.
“. . .I am not sure. As of—