It was not subtle, the effect that he was having upon her. Though she had seemed so cold and distant when he had first approached her, already it was obvious that she was softening to him. His ploy was flawless, his performance convincing. She was even now smiling at him shyly, turning away in embarrassment when he showered her with compliments. Glancing away as if she didn’t know how alluring she was… her own performance was brilliant and silently, Zorion thanked Harries for preparing him for this battle of wits. Th…Thank you, Zorion. You are too kind. Sighing, secretly proud of how well he was doing, he shook his head. “You should not be thanking me for merely speaking the truth, Lady, but rather reprimanding those who have failed to do so. It is not so much that I am too kind, rather others have not been kind enough.” She was making it too easy, making her apparent weaknesses too… well… apparent. Was she really so naïve of a demon to be so easily conquered, or was this all part of her plot to lure him in so that she could destroy his soul, tainting him forever. Whichever it was, he was confident that he was ready.

She went on to explain her earlier life and Zorion inhaled audibly, as if surprised by her words before softening at the mention of family. Briefly, at his retort and blunt explanation of his own family’s demise, he wondered if he had gone too far. If he had been too graphic. But then her orbs found his, her suns softening and it was within them that he found pity, and knew that the final blow had been dealt. She was now his, hook line and sinker, and she would be completely malleable to his desires. Her plume found his pelt, caressing it as if to comfort him, and suddenly more words fell from her maw than had in the entirety of their conversation thus far. Words that told of painful memories, secrets that were told to no varg other than ones she trust. As soon as she fell silent, he stepped forward, closing the gap between them, slipping his nape against hers and his cranium over her crest in an embrace, comforting her. Breaking the personal boundaries between them. The time was coming nearer each second that passed.

“That is indeed horrible, and I am truly sorry you were marred by such a sight. My parents’ death was an accident, yours were stolen brutally from you. It is not right and I swear if I ever meet their killers, I shall avenge their death.” A promise that would never be carried out. A lie, told to gain her trust. He was the wolf in sheepskin, creeping among the herd unseen. He was the spy. The assassin. But in his soft mind, twisted by Harries, he would be the hero of this tale. Releasing her, he once more he … ‘opened up’ to the ess, telling her of his most intimate ‘hopes’, those for a soulmate. Already he could see the notion twisting in her mind of taking him for her own, consuming his soul. I don’t think it’s a stupid notion, Zorion. I think the idea of a family sounds beautiful. I want to have pups someday too, but it has to be, as you said, with the right wolf, with my soulmate. You’re the first male who’s ever truly been nice to me, it’s… different. It feels like I finally have a friend. Her gaze slipped away from his but his paw extended, touching her chin to bring it back to his own muddy orbs. “You are the first who has ever accepted what I said… agreed with it. I feel like you understand me like none other has before.” Paw lowering, he sheepishly looked away, wanting to appear to her like a bruteling with his first crush, unsure of every moment, every action. It was almost time… so close…



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