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The Monster’s unabashed threat did not go unnoticed, but one could argue it went unheeded. Her issued warning had a sly smile growing on the man’s face. She was going to be an interesting one indeed. Other than his sinister smile, the rest of his body was composed in an entirely non-threatening manner. He did not wish to challenge this woman to a duel of fangs, he knew that would be a stupid mistake. He needed someone who knew the true nature of the rumors they spoke.
Indeed, and some rumors are entirely false, spread for the benefit of those telling them. All that is true is fact. His steadily burning gaze looked over the scarred aged woman before him. And the facts about you are clearly written in every inch of your fur. I would never dream of challenging you.
Aranck’s eyes twitched barely visibly. She seemed to have agreed too readily. It was little matter to him, he had gotten what he needed and the child would no longer be his problem. Weakness was not tolerated within his own bloodline, and it appeared as though she was perfectly willing to remove it from him. His runts and unhealthy pups would find their ends here. By her assertion of those pups becoming her’s it would be all too easy to claim they were not his. The responsibility of them washed from his paws. If their blood happened to stop flowing when they got here, they would be even less of a problem in his future.
As you say. He accepted dryly. He will be your’s. I do so hope this means you and I will be on speaking agreeable speaking terms in the future. Whether or not this pup is…. ‘mine’.” The conversation slowly drifting to a close, the male got to his feet and back respectfully away from the Alphess and her territory. Never would he dare turn his back on anyone, having stabbed too many himself. ARANCK
....far far from the sky. |