Serris did not remove his eyes from the femme’s form until she was fully flipped and resting upon her shoulder blades beneath him. Her little obstinate sigh did nothing to win him over. Seems she thought she held all the power in this situation. What a child. He always found it amusing, in a macabre way of course, when another lupis did not understand or execute their instinctive programming. Submitting to a creature of higher status was something learned as a pup, when the brain is nothing more than wet goop inside its bony cage. It was something primal, a universal sign, the language of their species. And here was a miscreant acting like his simple request was nothing more than antique custom. The King snorted, the disgust readily apparent on his features.

He kept his pose firm, hackles lowering slightly with the girl disarmed, and began making a loop around her skinny form. He walked slowly, painfully slow, inspecting every inch of her silhouette, digging beneath the skin to the muscles that lay there, the bone, the very cells within her blood, scanning for strengths and weaknesses. He was an Alpha afterall; he had to make full use of his resources. He circled around her rear, and by the time he returned to her front she was talking again. The mouth on this thing he groaned inwardly. Different, eh? He had to fight the urge to respond with sarcastic laughter. Instead he firmly placed a paw at her throat, applying enough pressure to make her swallow under the force of it. He leaned down close to her visage, his own crystal blues blocking out the sky, an easy and knowing smile upon his lips. “To disregard respect is to disregard your very nature. To say your ‘people’ did not value it is to say your ‘people’ are nothing more than a pack of delusional dogs, inbred one too many times.” He raised his cranium, peering down at her from slitted eyes. “You want fear and cruelty? Look somewhere else. I operate by less barbaric standards.” He firmly spoke the lyrics while pushing down upon her jugular, making sure his talons dug into the flesh although careful not to draw blood. He was no closeted sadist.

When he had applied enough pressure to ensure a yelp or gasp from her restricted throat, Serris simply stepped away and returned to his side of the border, gait casual, shoulders relaxed and rolling in their sockets. He reached his former spot and lowered to the cool ground, ebony paws stretching before him. He was down with the whole power show “whose balls are bigger” act. If she was still disillusioned about who held the authority here, she’d taste his daggers for real and run back screaming to her strange species. If she decided to behave, however... “And to think I was going to let you enter my territory, no strings attached. But after that little show, I’ll need some more proof of your respect for me.” He made sure to choose that word in particular, his smile obviously cocky. “Impress me. Accomplish that and these lands are yours to call home.” The dark regal allowed his head to cock to one side, pupils small within their seas of cerulean.

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