Tithe
Pay me my dues.
Or I’ll take what I’m owed.
Failed.
Where he had failed.
Tithe’s fur bristled at the words and his teeth bared themselves to point. The single phrase had unleashed the demons that had raged within him during his battle with Daenerys. They raged within his mind. None but they could decide who and what he was.
Kill her, bastard. A sickly sweet voice whispered. Show her what failure is. Another echoed, a snarl in its voice.
Iron eyes flashed and clouded in reined in rage. She was hardly innocent, but not guilty. A step brought the male closer, everything about him growing and mounting in pressure and strength. This stranger was not the one who would break him. She would not be the one to defeat a once proud king. That was a right for backstabbers and liars, not a maniac who played for fun.If he were to fall, he was to fall at the hands of a friend, or a lover, with betrayal on their lips and in their hearts. True evil would be the death of him, not a slave dancing to the beat of a demon’s drums. Not a lesser mongrel.
The beast lowered his head, protectively over his chest, breaking her line of sight to his heart. Fangs still bared, he stopped his movements.
It was not for this stranger to break the noble knight. It was not her place to continue to take what once he held dear. She would not take from him what little he had left, and what lovers had worked to restore in him.
Snarling to himself, he stepped away, shaking his head to clear the echoing words of beasts long dead. He fought within himself, his own paws lifting to his face to try to scratch out the noise he could not shake. The second his pads returned to the ground he launched himself forward, mouth agape and aimed at the ground to regain what was rightfully his. His mass and his bulk surged forward, power and speed unchecked in its flight towards the female in his bones.
Tithe would not hurt her, he just wanted her away from what was precious to him. Blood pumped hot under his skin. The snarl that escaped his jaws made it clear, what little control he had, could easily snap.