Irritation grates against his mind as he is enfolded around her small frame. It is like a voice in the back of his head that is screaming at him to take her neck between his jaws right this moment. But he has chosen his path; and perhaps it was destined to be so. The uncomfortable itch in the depths of his brain wanes as she lowers herself into his muscular form. She is wise to follow his lead and he keeps himself static, head still raised above her own, as she responds to his statement.

Something akin to an errant sneer snakes its way upon his maw as darkened eyes flicker down to look at her from above. ”Protection? Was that part of this agreement? Because I heard no such thing.” his timbre reverberates within his chest, surely vibrating against her own back as he speaks with the barest hint of threat. He will continue to make it known that her life was in his paws now and the terms were only made by him. Then again, it had been rather easy to assuage her anger of the annoying cave party that was going on just around the bend. And she must remain intact while she carries his offspring.

”Hmmm. Yes, you may have my protection while you are with child. But after they are born you will be released – one way or another.” the words were spoken in wickedly playful tenors, a taunt mixed so delicately within them. Perhaps he meant them in this moment, perhaps not. The beast is not quelled so easily and yet he has already enjoyed her company until this point. Malleah may very well be the first survivor of a Carnifex encounter. Although that is still to be seen.

Winter is soon to be raking its icy claws upon Moladion and he must keep her until the spring thereafter. That’s a lot of time to invest in one female and he’s not entirely sure if he’s up to it. ”Where is your other big, strong male anyway? You must have a couple of them running around here. I’m sure that you will seek help at some point. I will warn you against that though...” his words take a serious note at the end as red-tinged eyes turn to the mouth of the cavern. Any knight in shining armor would be an easy feat for the well-built demon behemoth. He is very much prepared for what tricks she may have waiting in the future.

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I AM AN EIGHT-YEAR OLD EXOTICAN BEAST OF MARVELOUS BLOOD WHO IS FREE OF CHAINS TO ANYWHERE. I POSSESS NO FURY AND HAVE CREATED NO DEMON BROOD... YET. MY MOTHER IS NOIR AND MY MASTERMIND IS FATE.