seles wilder.

        ░░▒▒▓█ ▌☆ ❝ ☪ ☄ ♔ ☄ ☪ — ❝        Well aren't you nothing but manners and such a pleasant sight might I add.❞ There were few things this half-elf took and lack of manners and respect overall were not one. She was a Wilder, even if her blood only carried half of the noble line of its history she still held her surname in high regard for even if things are by half’s they still make a whole of something, right?  

          ❝Sorry to disappoint you but I can assure you my brother knows his father. Since you seem to know who I am, how about you tell me about you? Since few know of my location. I can assume you’re either the brother of some girl my brother has charmed, ❞ her voice changed at this moment. It lost its sarcastic undertones and turned to something more dark. More sinister.  For only she was allowed any type of satisfaction of bringing harm to her beloved brother. Besides, this creep gave the young women fucking chills. ❝ Or you’re a foolish human who thinks they can get anywhere close to Zelos by using me. Apologies again but we aren't the most… close of siblings. So I’ll ask again what do you want with my brother?❞

           she had the wit of a wilder, the renegade would give her that much. 
           he had not had very much direct contact with her elder brother, on-
           ly having escorted him to his leaders’ quarters whenever he’d dec-
           ide to grace him with his angelic presence ( & sharing aggravated
           small-talk as they walked, the likes of which consisted almost en-
           tirely of death threats on squalo’s part ) —— but he knew enough,
           had heard enough about him to know what sort of mannerisms he
           should expect of him. and, it seemed, of his ilk. as far as he under-
           stood it, the wilder lineage was nothing if not proud and hard-head-
           ed, in spite of the scandals that transpired behind closed doors. 

           the product of one such scandal stood before him now, as a matt-
           er of fact. she and zelos weren’t close, she claimed; squalo cann-
           ot help but to snort derisively in the face of this fact.

         ❛——– is that why he keeps you locked up in this shithole?
          or does that have more to do with shame ——–?❜

           again, he grins, all fangs and a sharp tongue to match them. his ha-
           nd falls to the blade resting at his hip. he doesn’t mean to draw it –
           at least, not yet. but the girl speaks with such insolence that he feels
           he might need it, soon enough, to get his point across.

         ❛he owes someone a debt; i’m here to make sure he comes ar-
          ound to pay it. as for you —— i’ve got a damn good feeling that
          you know more than you’re letting on. 

         and you’re gonna tell me what you know, whether you like it or not.❜