((@Tarran: Anthramarux doesn't actually believe in absolute good and evil, just order and chaos. She believes most beings have perfectly valid reasons for the things they do.
This was set up when she meant those Knights early in her life. They both invaded her cave, threatened her mother, and left in peace, sparing her. She couldn't make her mind up if they were good or bad afterward, so settled on a moral compromise.
Thus, insight into my Dragons mind.
))
Anthramarux shrugged, smiling fearlessly. She hadn't expected that to work.
"Surely, you Lords cannot blame me for trying.
In any case, I am sorry to say I cannot accept."She turned and spoke to each one of the Dark Gods in turn.
First, to Magdost. Images of wanton slaughter-burning corpses, bloody gibbets, the knife in the dark, ran through her mind...
"...forgive me, Lord of the Final Death and Crow pecked eye, but, I've claimed the scales as penace for the blood shed against me by the bandits. They harmed me, and claiming the scales and destroying their band is a matter of personal revenge, as well as a professional one. Since I have claimed the scales in lieu of blood, I cannot reasonably accept your offer without forgiving my enemies, can I?
And, like you, that is something I will never do.
Also, if I have to kill a mortal, I'll do so myself. Tis far sweeter."Then to Lallos. Dark visions of violent lovemaking flitted in her mind, but she banished them to one side-delving into her cold reptile nature, as best she could...at the same time, filing them away in some part of herself she didn't quite understand yet.
"Lord of Sin and Luxuriant Depravity, a...true honor to make your acquaintance. Unfortunately, I must also regretfully decline your offer, tempting as it is.
Like you, I have mine own goals and pleasures to pursue. Many pleasures yet denied. When I take my first lover, he will be mine and mine only-earned through my own efforts, and none other. Not even yours, Lord." She finished, jealously flaring in her soul. Yes...one day.
And finally, to Pahhosag...
"No more can I accept your gifts, the Great and Imcomprehensible Pahhosag. To accept an altering of fate on your behalf would be welcome, but too far above my mortal station.
As they say at the card tables, one must accept the dice thrown your way.
And in truth, not accepting your Godly offer is far more Chaotic thing to do, isn't it?" She finished, quirking an eyebrow.
Anthramarux fell silent, waiting for their decree. She had disagreed, but done so with respect-and, given what she supposed were valid reasons for each. Then again, these beings followed Chaos-not law. So, their reactions were predictably going to be Chaotic. Which only proved her personal beliefs. Even Chaos, in the end, was...predictable.
Still, she whispered to herself...
"Tarran God, if you're out there, your little Dragoness could use some help here..."