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n e v e r w a s a n d n e v e r w i l l be Her tones were pleasant to his senses, and her choice of words simply egged him on. He wanted then, in that very moment, to find himself upon her, to pin her and force her into submission against the soil. But Artimus was far more intelligent than that. If he were even able to get close to her- this one would not go down without a heavy and heated struggled. They were evenly matched, and it could really go either way. The still rather unknown wolf could have her own tricks up her sleeve, and it did not hurt to be cautious even when playing with fire. Though the golden male had never been too concerned about getting burned. It was rather enjoyable, usually. The chuckle she gave just after her words could be taken as a simple cover up, or for true amusement. He would think the latter, simply because there was something dark about this one and it drew him in. Perhaps that was what it was- as it usually once. That dangerous aspect, that dark, occasional feral instinct that drove so few now-a-days. It was refreshing to say the least. 'But will you save room for desert?' And then those light blue irises with their molten flecks of gold, now well noted thanks to a closer proximity, are doing the inevitable. Turning to the carcass of the doe at his heels- the meal he had left a few paces behind him when he had moved closer to her. It had been pushed aside but not forgotten. No, a piece of the game was never truly forgotten. It was all about consistency. Her next words are bold and there's a glimmer that could match one of his own flashing in her gaze. Her confidence is simply oozing when she begins to move, her large paws bringing her around him in a tight arch, her gaze moving back and forth between him and his doe. No expression or reaction is given- the only movement of his massive golden and tan-creme frame being the way he pivots upon massive paws, keeping up with her movement and never allowing her the upper hand or out of sight. No. No wolf would ever succeed such a thing with him until he drew his last breath. Artimus would always be ahead of the curve- always. There is truly more than enough meat for even the two of them- but his kill is his own and it would be his pleasure in who might partake in such a thing with him. It was his cue when she reached down to tear into flesh and muscle, still fresh crimson staining her dark muzzle as her dark pupils dialate. There was a thrill in it for her, he could tell, and he would waste no time in letting that rush drop again. Though he is ever the large specimen, he is still able to most in short bursts of speed and now he does just that. In a moment he is right there before her, in hear face with his handsome muzzle contorted with a savage snarl. He didn't bother to circle around the body- oh no. This was his domain and thus he had no problem taking the few steps he needed to find himself elevated atop the ribs of the beast, with his muzzle lowered down dangerously close to her own. The snarl is silent, but the intent is clear without even needing a moment to register it. And he doesn't give her that moment anyway. Just as quick as he is there, his left bared canine is aimed to bash against the side of her muzzle. It didn't matter if she had her muzzle buried with flesh- it was only if she had pulled away that he wouldn't bother to go after her. If she stayed where she was, he would make his move- and if she happened to meet him head on, Artimus had no problem taking the rest of his impressive ivories to her muzzle. This was his meal, and he would be the one to allow her a portion if he so pleased. After the commotion had perhaps settled down, his words would be almost murmured to her- low, deadly, in a way completely serious and yet completely not. 'A lady should always remember her manners, you know. Or someone might just have to teach them their place..' This time the threat is out in the open, his words once again challenging and provoking. Let her bring her best to the table- Artimus was truly rather interested in all that she could prove. A feat in itself. ⁶ ⁶ ⁶ |