frozen mass grave . . . four-legged dancers
Kershov was at a loss of what to do—and that never happened to the historically controlled and masterful Alpha of Abendrot.
He had agreed moons ago to swap one of his own pups for a pup from Saw Tooth. The trade didn’t bother Ker as much as he had pretended it did; the children had grown up exclusively under the watch of their mother, Queens, and therefore shared a thin, practically nonexistent bond with their sire. Sending them off to another pack suited the polar poltergeist just fine. He wouldn’t miss them, because he had never really known them. In all truth, Kira and Kavik were two of the most precious pawns under his paws—only a fool would resist using them. But which tool to take? Kershov rejected his son almost immediately, eliminating the silent pup as a potential Saw Tooth candidate. That left Kirastasia, his bubbly, bright-eyed girl . . . totally unlike either her mother or father. Despite her nearly disturbing divergence from the bloodthirsty bloodline that bore her, Kershov believed Kira would suit his plans seamlessly. He’d wanted to whisk her away from Malignant as soon as possible. Wanted to . . . before Queens got involved.
When the beautiful, infuriating face of his dark ex-lover flashed behind his onyx eyes, Kershov stretched the muscles in his throat to release a deep, menacing growl. Damn that poisonous woman. Of course she wouldn’t allow him to simply take a pup of his choosing; she had to interfere, perhaps rightfully refusing to allow Kershov easy access to his offspring. That left Kershov positively reeling. He had not yet crafted an infallible backup plan. He hadn’t thought he’d require one. The growl vibrating in his vocal chords dropped an octave into his chest, resonating with frigid frustration. His kingly tail lashed punishing strokes into the air as his massive paws crossed the blessed invisible wall separating Abendrot from the rest of the wretched world. This uncertainty struck Ker as a new and disgusting situation. If only his mind hadn’t been burdened with the ever-maddening memory of Vladya and that filthy WHORE slinking away—
The Ice King stopped dead in his tracks. His ears snapped to attention atop his imperial skull, quivering with alertness to every sound. Even the thunder in his throat died. No. No. He had not just heard what he thought he’d heard. Not POSSIBLE.
A blinding veil of anger settled like a cloud of steam over Kershov’s vision and he was running with deadly purpose, hackles spiked and black eyes seething with murder. He arrived just in time to see the audacious bitch push her forelegs off one of HIS trees and flit back to no-wolf’s land. Her raised tail and belligerent glare sent a fist of rage punching straight through the arctic gangster’s breast. “Who the actual fuck do you think you are?” Those words are fatal. Kershov had spoken a death sentence—the fae was just too stupid to see that yet. She dare mark his territory? Insinuate that he’d kept her waiting, as if she had a right to an audience with the MONARCH OF ABENDROT? Kershov did not make appointments. As he watched the femme depart, he had to restrain himself, breathless with killing fury.
And then, all at once, the anger evaporated. A terrifying half-mad smile slashed the brute’s war-torn face from ear to ear. Finally: someone he could rip to shreds with no consequences. The answer to his violence-starved prayers. Little Miss Bitch had picked the perfect time to come knocking on the dragon’s door . . .
Hoping to piss her off, the massive white monster savored his trip to Quarrels Clearing, taking as long as he could stand arriving. By the time Kershov shouldered past the dense undergrowth hiding the battleground from prying gazes, his tooth-lined maw was slavering. He speared the female with the coldly joyful eyes of a predator about to split its prey in twain. “I’d wish you luck, my dear, but that would imply I care about niceties. Would you be a dear and show that pretty neck of yours?”
RULES:
Kershov has made no deals for this fight.
1. Follow established battle rules of Blossom Forest
2. You attack first, then me. Posting order will go Me (intro thing with rules, which is this), You (first attacks), Me (first attacks), You (second attacks), Me (second attacks), You (conclusion), Me (conclusion). Then judgment.
3. Up to four attacks allowed, but no more. You may attack up to two times per post.
4. One full dodge and two half-dodges allowed. One full hit MUST be taken. Seriously. I’m tired of reading threads where someone says they took “full damage,” and yet somehow that damage is still miniscule. Feel free to react realistically, but no half-dodging EVERYTHING.
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