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Flesh under his fur almost twitched with growing excitement. The look on her face, the venom in her voice. So effortlessly and expertly they stepped into a dance. A dance of give and take and danger. He knew his life would be on the line and a false step could have those beautiful fangs sinking into his throat. But he could not help but enjoy the tune.
Those of your pack from the rumors and mistrust forged by those rumors. To be blunt, I was told Asteraia was home to cannibals. But have no heard tales of trying to fight such a taste. Not all protection comes from fangs, but you clearly have fought and won both fights. It was true. Even living in the city of Angels, Aranck had not heard of fighting those who ate their own kind. It was a habit many would have thought disgusting and deserving of the highest of punishments. Still, there as peace and no threat. This woman had quieted the roar of vengeance, possibly before it was even a whisper. The history was obviously something he could not know. Though it was something that could be interesting to learn, if he had the time.
For the first time, Aranck showed an emotion that was otherwise beyond him. His ear twitched when she asked why he cared for this pup. Eyes narrowed. It is more for his mother, really. She cares for him. Aranck refused to even contemplate if he had affection for Malleah. She was a means to an end. Just as this child was. As for what happens to the child, I suppose that would be up to you. He could grow to be a worthy pup, or he could be a decent meal to strengthen any you have here. I would give him to you fully weaned from his mother, able to fend for himself if need be. No real tax on your resources. He may even add something to your pools. The male’s voice had softened mildly, as if there could be some caring in him for the child, though his expression still maintained indifference. He honestly considered this a gift. A pound of flesh. ARANCK
....far far from the sky. |