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Her voice was as captivating as she was. The silver tongue laced through her teeth and his licked his own fangs. It was the same attraction that had drawn him to Malleah in the first place. There was a difference in this female. Malleah was a power of mind, this was a power of body and soul. The gears in his mind shifted and when he looked upon the female he saw a queen. He wanted her to be his queen.
Power, prestige. A place to hide and gather strength if need be. He studied her with his burning gaze, trying to find what about her would make Iromar the place for her to come to, the place where she would become his. I am the King of Iromar, whatever you need will be laid at your feet. The people of my pack, could be your’s. It was an offer he would have given few. Even Malleah would not have heard the words so readily.
His fur bristled in anticipation. Her nearness was intoxicating, if dangerous. There was nothing about her that told him he was safe. Nose to nose, the folds of his lips peeled back warningly. She was a beauty, but he would not hesitate to tear her apart if she challenged him. Indeed, her fangs flew at his face and his gaping mouth flashed to meet her’s. In the instant he changed. Snarls tore from his throat and he pounded forward to use his size and proximity to overthrow her. Even as her teeth raked against his face, just missing his eyes, his muzzle snapped at her ears and throat. As much as he wanted her below him, her power to build his, he would not let her win in trickery. Instead, he gave into animalistic instinct and bloodlust. ARANCK
....far far from the sky. |