The booming clang of the lass's bone as it fell barely phased the male. He allowed his orbs a single sweep over it before returning to the inky figure perched above him. Who ever said wolves weren't much for climbing? She seemed to have managed just fine. He appraised the bitch's proud figure with pleasure. He quite enjoyed watching the way she looked as she leaped down a smidgen more, the way her defined muscles rippled. She was strong, brutal, a force to be reckoned with. Yet all of this did nothing to deter this specific brute, only to draw his attention more. He loved a girl who could put up a good fight. And by the look in her deep green eyes, she seemed to enjoy the prospect as well.

The male's auds swiveled forward when her taunting voice slid like a serpent to him. A chuckle escaped his maw at her daunting words, his skull shaking slightly. Old man, ehh? Consider my feelings bruised. I dropped down to a playful bow, just as she had, tucking my face beneath one paw. Peeking out again, his pools trailed up the wall to fall upon her ivories. His muzzle pulled out again, tilting upwards towards her. He watched the dull light dance on her daggers before meeting her eyes as his own jaws came snapping shut. I have sharp teeth too, the action said, but it was hardly in a threatening manner.

The ebony valkyrie's next words sent a shudder up my bent spine. My duo toned banner swayed, not at her words but at the contradicting truth. Rescue? Knight? Ah, dear lady, you're sorely mistaken. Looking for damsels, perhaps. But rescuing them? Quite the opposite. A sadistic grin stretched across my kissers, a feral, playful gleam shining in my bright orbs. As the girl lowered her hind, my front moved its way back up to a standing position. What's your story? The bold question was paired with a devious raising of his brows, pools never having once left her sleek bod.

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((demon))((older adult))((heartless))((loner))