Aindreas’ silence didn’t surprise Serris. The boy had never really been one to return comments, both a pro and a con, but the dark titan would work with it nonetheless. He seemed to comprehend what Serris was getting at, though, and that was the main thing here. He managed to flash the briefest of glances back at the boy as he padded forward, confirming a suspicion of his. A low, barely audible Hm fell from his chest, and then he let the matter go. He had a little lady to deal with, afterall, and he knew how those estrogen bags got when they were forced to wait.
It was now that Serris could get a real good look at the lass. A teen for sure, and although he didn’t much like the younger generation, there was something about this girl that dispelled those stereotypes. She seemed tough, if not in pure physical strength then in mental strength, and an asset to his pack for sure. Her motives were a bit more hidden, though, and that caused some annoyance for the nosy King. Why had such a promising young fatale come searching for borders such as his? There was no abuse upon her flesh; he smelled no blood hidden beneath the snow. If this had been a rebellious act wouldn’t she have acted more rash? And he scented to familial ties within his borders, so he really was drawing a blank here. Perhaps the girl was more cunning than he previously thought.
At his words an all too familiar grin slips onto the vixen’s kissers. Amused, eh? Her own lyrics were quick to follow, a clever play off his words that couldn’t stop his own maw from parting more and a slight chuckle to bounce out, hitting his canines like pinballs. She paused briefly for her own comedic relief before continuing, introducing herself as Eris and stating her wish for acceptance. What a fitting name, he thought absently, although he wasn’t quite sure why it matched the young lady so. Serris primed himself to spew words about submission, but the girl was a step ahead of him on that subject. He raised an eyebrow curiously, impressed with the intelligence of a wolf her age.
The moment dragged on, the silence in the air completely dictated by the ebony regal. He had wished for this pause, to let Eris cower a moment before rising. Serris was no soft hearted King, adopting every wayward soul that happened upon the edges of his territory. He would make sure this is what the vix really wanted before proceeding. In the meantime, the dark brute flicked an aud towards his lighter counterpart, Aindreas’ expression analyzed out of the corner of his eye. The monarch’s spheres clenched slightly, many emotions contained within their watery depths, but Serris kept them all hidden behind a suit of steely armor. He’d have to have a stern talking to the boy. Yes, soon too. But Serris feared even his experienced words could not help the lad now.
His manner lightened instantly, though, as he returned to the teen. “I’m fresh out of crowns, princess, so I guess you’ll just have to settle for the throne.” His words were light, teasing, a furthered reaction to her reaction of his primary action. He paused to crack his neck, then continued. “I am Serris, ruler of these lands. I must say I am quite impressed with you, being a lady of your age and stature.” He gave a smirk, his cold gaze rolling over her lean form. “Tell me, what so possessed you to seek this tyrant as your leader?” Did Serris really consider himself a tyrant King? Of course not. But it was always fun that make one’s self look more evil than they really are. He could think of no greater form of amusement.
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