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Her cocky nature did not go unnoticed, but she had flown those colors at him before, and the king never forgot the taste of the fear polluting her veins with its acidic yet sweet nature. He listens with one ear pointed at her, stopping every few yards to reinforce his scent line. The trees steamed in the icy winter air, and melted the snow where it ran, his blood was hot with a female in his presence. Muscular body never twitches, even as her gaze slides toward the underbelly of his massive frame. A smirk is given, though his eyes do not waver from his preordained pathway. Rumbling, fiery tones are offered, "It was not about where your talents lie. I do not care what you specialize in, Kira. I told you to do something, even if you aren't good at it." He stops then, fully expecting to stop the woman beside him as well. Gold and silver slivers glint in the pale sunlight as bright garnets stare daggers into honeyed pools that once swam in terror.

Lucifer advances on her, his head raised far above her own, muscled chest bunching with restraint as deep corded throat rumbled with all the thunder of a hell-storm. Walking toward her, full white banner above his hips, thick legs moving the confident and powerful male into the little bird's personal space. "At least you tried." He smirks, nudges her cheek and sprints off, his dark, smoky laughter echoing in the forest that was packed with snow and veiled in mists and shadow. It was a game, if her talents were in stress relief, perhaps she should learn other ways of doing such. The mountain of a wolf moves as though he were made of smoke drifting on a wind, a gait that came with relentless training and pushing himself and becoming better than those around him gave him the appearance of floating. Broad, well insulated paws carried his heft across the snow and over fallen trees faster than one would think an animal of this size could move.

His muscles bulge and flex with every stride as he moves along his border, his legs moving in perfect synchronization as he makes his neck breaking strides. His black mouth opens, that dark muscle sliding out of his mouth and over his lips as he ran. Primordial instincts kick in, and the beast unleashes himself, looking over his shoulder with a glint of humor in those bright garnet eyes. Perhaps, his pack thought he was always going to be responsible, but right now he felt the need to celebrate. Nevermind that he is the size of a small horse, the male is as joyous and carefree as a pup. He had a pack of females, and an empire to build. What ever would this boy do with all of his free time?
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