After everything you’ve done, I can thank you for how strong I’ve become
Orkaan did not think himself cruel - indeed he saw in himself a righteous ruler. Taking from those who did wrong. A knight in shining armor if you will. Koray was a threat, to him and to others. It would be easier to kill him than to carry out the friesian king’s plans but what fun would that be? Besides, Owdeht never would have approved of a cold blooded murder. She’d seen her share of spilled blood and made sure he had learned something from her lessons. For a flicker of a moment her steel-blue eyes formed against his mind but just like a candle being extinguished, she was gone. Sterkte was his mother, but Owdeht had raised him, grooming him to be a king of prowess and power.
As his amber eyes burned into the little bay paint, he withheld the keen urge to nip at her face. Much as she annoyed him, physical harm would only further distance her. For whatever reason, he found that he wanted this one, the desire to keep her multiplying within his great chest. The fury upon her face reminded him of himself; Hurricane.
You are mine, he recited to himself, auds pinned close to his skull as he tried to find some way to make her see reason. However, his optics caught her shaking limbs and momentarily, he softened. ”You are cold. Let me show you to shelter. To the herd where you will find warmth and food. It was unlikely she’d listen, and her rear only confirmed how stubborn he believed her to be. Naive, little girl. Shuffling, he managed to avoid being hit by her flailing limbs. Inside, his pride pushed, urging him to meet her challenge, small as it may be. Rather, he kicked his hind legs out, the air rushing against him.
”I am not your enemy! This may not have been your dream home but this IS your home now. Like it or not, I will take care of you.” Stupid, stupid fly.
orkaan
male | friesian mutt | inlet king | kittyha's lost soul