Multifaceted eyes watch her intently. Smoke and ivory hide gleams in the dappled sunlight finding purchase beneath the sheltered canopy of trees above. Ears train upon her, following each movement, each twitch of her skin and flick of her obsidian tail. She stands before him with tension built, ready as ever to lead him down another merry chase through the narrow paths. Adrenaline pulsed swiftly through his veins, the wolf pacing with glowing yellow eyes fixated upon the one and only viper.

Monster.

If ever there was a creature meant for him, it was the venomous painted mare who danced on slender legs before him. Her words bring a guttural growl to his throat. "I know better than to expect a handout from you little bird."

He sets himself into motion now, chiseled and powerful muscle rippling beneath his dark chocolate covered skin. His steps are energetic and strong as he lifts his knees as he takes to a high stepping trot, thick nape arched and chin tucked proudly towards his broad and powerful chest with his handsome head nearly vertical, caramel and cream forelock tumbling haphazardly down the bridge of his face and over glittering jaded eyes. A wolfish smile spreads across his whiskered lips, "I will ALWAYS be YOUR king."

Like the great wolf on the hunt he fixes her with hungry eyes. He moves towards her as though he were a stallion seeking her affections and approval, dancing now around her in a wider circle. To any onlookers, it was almost as though yin and yang were coming together towards answer nature's call. Ah, but little did she know that this display of physical fitness would not leave her with the option to turn him away. It never did. It was their game, the taste of venom that lead to pleasurable release and intense intimacy. He says nothing as he tightens his circle around her and then, in mere seconds, his seemingly haughty and harmless performance becomes something much more malicious. He allows for his emerald gaze to ravage her sleek and feminine frame, lingering heavily over the supple curve of her womanly hips as his baritones usher forth as cold and smooth as arctic ice. "You are mine... always mine... my beautiful Viper."

He is standing just behind her now as he nips harshly at the base of her tail and, with ears laced against against his skull, he shifts his weight to his powerful hindquarters and forces her to support his torso, forelimbs gripping her sides firmly and uncaring in the throws of the beast's hunger. He thrusts himself into her, showing no care in being considerate if he should hurt her or not... that was not their bond. She is the fire and the beast that courses through his veins. The wolf's mate. He groans with wicked pleasure as yellowed teeth snapping fiercely at her withers and pale mane to steady her should she try and fight him (for he did not doubt she might). Only when he releases his seed into her temple does he cease his movements, remaining there upon her frame for a moment before sliding from her back with a wicked smirk upon his whiskered velvetines. "Bring back memories my dear queen?" he purrs, pressing his lips against the sweat sleek curve of her neck.