This is why they do not get along like normal wolves. She was too stubborn for her own good. She refused to bow even if it was for the greater good…like he. Indeed they were cut from the same cloth, molded from the clay of determination…yet this is also what draws him to her. Like a moth to a flame he is called and he answers that screech with undying devotion whether he is there physically or not. They were fire and fire and together they burned bright yet sometimes they burned too bright…like now. They danced and parried, each biting remark bringing forth another, yet he would not yield. This time he would not submit and be her puppet for he knew he was her equal. He was not fully there but once he reached his potential he knew himself to be on equal grounds with his Dragon. This he saw clearly, despite the haze of his emotions.

”As I have always loved you since that day up on the peak. DRAGON it is you who commands me. It has always been you. You have loved this imperfect version but I want to be all that you need and want. I want to be that strong wolf, that stable warrior. I want you to love and trust who I am becoming. For what I am not has torn you asunder and I can not allow this to happen anymore.”

The tone of her voice still rings within his ears as he holds his composure…thinly. Finally their gazes lock and he is not surprised by the rigidness of hers. She thought to hide herself did she? Thought to protect herself from the taint that was he?! With each step her body reacts in dominance and his responds, but not in submission. Staring into her eyes, he smiles. The smile is hard and full of determination yet edged with sorrow. He watches her reactions as he throws his daggers, noting the change in her as each word passes his lips and finally she snaps. She gives in to the emotion that he knows rage within her. Her savage snarl is like music to his ears as she lunges forward, her slick body thrusting against the solid barrel of his chest. He takes the hit, a low rumbling growl given as his paws slip in the mud yet he remains upon his paws. With a half step he is back in her space, pressing his body to hers as he stares at her.

”Then it is true then. You are afraid. ”

Eyes flicker as he says this; he never went far for he needed to know the happenings on the mountain. He was always close, a howl away.

”It is the end?”

Tail rises until it is on the same level as her, his own dominance flaring and burning brightly. Lips rise in threat as his throat rumbles, something within him finally snapping…or snapping into place.

”No.”

The one word is rife with rebellion as he challenges her. IF she makes a move to leave he will block her path, they will finish this tonight. He was never good at leaving things be once they progressed to a certain point.

”Tell me, since when did you start giving up so easily?”

His words are deadly calm as he reaches out to drag his fangs through her sodden pelt. If she allows he will only pull back, if she pulls back he will snap at the air that will separate them. He is angry now, angry that she had sent him away like some pup. He was no pup and it did not matter to him that he was going to leave anyway. That his earlier mission was to leave. Oh no, the game had changed and he wanted her to admit her emotions, to scream it out with him until neither had a voice.