Something chilling could be seen in this vixen’s eyes. Not scary or fearful, but something of intelligence, which is by far the deadliest power one can master. She knew something. Narrowing his pools slightly, Serris let his own electric orbs lock onto her pair, staring the newcomer down. He’d get it out of her eventually. Torment or trust, either he would have to employ, but the brute didn’t much like such informed secrets wandering around his pack. No, he wasn’t insulting this lass. Quite the contrary, he actually admired her, as she seemed smart and able to move quickly up through the ranks. He wouldn’t mind to get to know her a little more… personally either. But it was only that jumping spark that put him on edge.
Nevertheless, her tone was steely and direct, like the edge of a blade whittled for battled. She’d probably be able to hold her own too. That was important in a pack such as this, with so many dangerous creatures running around, not all of them canine. It was such a shame to accept a pretty lady one day and see her slaughtered the next. He guessed everybody needed target practice once in a while.
But when he stopped for any of her questions, the valkyrie did offer up a quandary. What must she do? His kissers peeled back into an amused smile, canines gleaming with spit. A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest, almost sending ripples through the terra. No, he didn’t mean to scare her off, he simply found it amusing that such a smart gal such as herself would have to ask such a question. Turning back around to face her head-on, the brute curled his toes, digging up four little strips of dirt. “Oh sweetheart,” he purred. “I took you for someone of higher caliber than that.” Licking his drying gums, Serris took a break from his smiling to simply let his eyes dance over her form. “Use that pretty little head of yours and think about it for a second. Alpha of a pack filled with tormented souls and murderers, what could he possibly want?” The King’s long limbs propelled him forward quickly, sleek frame shooting through the air with such natural grace it was like he was borne of it. His maw was to hers, not touching, but dancing between the line of contact and amusement. A devious look flashed upon his face. “I want nothing more than for you to amuse me. What more has an old man like me got to live for?” The words came out in a whisper, yet they were strong and surely crawled upon her delicate flesh like maggots. And what he said wasn’t entirely true. He was quite young, still in the years of his prime, if into the later years he was. But he was serious about the amusement. Why take life too seriously? And as long as respect flowed through her veins they would have nothing to worry about. Realizing his erratic behavior, Serris smoothly pulled back, waiting if she had any last comment before he left to find that pup again.
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