As soon as the King approached the girl began to cower in fear, plastering herself to the inside curve of the wooden hollow. Good he thought, murderous, at least she knew the proper way to react in this kind of situation. Serris had known too many lupines with a total disregard for respect or their own physical safety. Let’s just say those encounters ended with a few less footprints wandering around the forests. When his words boomed in the air she shrunk once again, completely submissive, not even daring to look him in the eye. Hmmm he purred to himself, impressed with her etiquette (or was it just fear?) although not willing to outwardly express it at the current moment. He could have some fun with this one; her demeanor was perfect, could be molded into the perfect subject for him, he only needed to get his hands on the clay.

Her words were but a ghost upon his ears, swept away by the roaring winds that were still forcing themselves through the tight-knit branches overhead, breaking all that was not willing to bend. Words of apology, of flooded homes and no more options. He raised an eyebrow, somewhat unimpressed by her background. Her next two sentences were a venture to his title and the identity of the surrounding area. He Hmmm’d again, this time an audible rumble originating from his throat, filling the damp air between them. It was only after a couple moments that the lass ventured a look at his features and the dark regal could tell she was impressed with what she found. His ego suddenly a raging fire, the ebony hessian flicked his raised banner and shifted his shoulders slightly, subtly showing off for the mistress. He was an older man, indeed, but that not dictate his degree of sex appeal. It was only when the ess stood up that Serris realized how terribly small she was. Good he mused, quick and stealthy, better than some monstrous she-beast. It was only after having another good look at her frame that Serris offered his second set of lyrics. “Names are such fickle things, are they not? Titles are so secondary in nature. Let us skip that pleasantry for the time being.” He did not break his stare, his orbs laced with cunning thoughts. “As for the land of your trespass, you have wandered into the woods of Munashii Gekko, and I...” He paused, a dry grin rising to his face, hoping to have some fun. “...am one of her humble servants.” He did not wish to fully divulge the fact that he was ruler of these lands just yet, although the lass could’ve figured it out by now if she was observant enough. “Now let’s cut to the chase. Give me one good reason not to rip your throat out for disregarding the boundaries of this land.” His voice was powerful, barren of all the fun that laced his former syllables, his gaze direct.

✗ ѕerrιѕ ✗ ĸnιgнт ✗ alpнa oғ мυnaѕнιι geĸĸo ✗ loveleѕѕ ✗ мιмι ✗