He had done it. In a single word, her curse enough to tell him that his threat had beaten her.

Now there was no why that Rougaru would ever talk so poorly of a mother to a foal. Even in his displeasure with Vasilisa he had done his best to keep his angry words hidden from Noctis until the colt grew old enough to make up his own opinions of his dam. Of course, in the end, he had gone with her and left the islands without a second thought or goodbye thanks, but he told himself in this he was blameless. Monster might not quite see it that way, but she enjoyed jerking him around regardless of the story.

Though Vanya was quick to taunt him time and again that Drogon was not his and that he had been but a little too late to ensure that the boy held his own blood, still Rougaru found he had grown quite attached to him. He may not be his by blood but by spirit and pack he was his son. He would protect him but that did not mean he could not make Vanya believe of his ill intentions.

Yellow flashes behind emerald as the wolf rises to meet her. She lunges at him with venom in her scream and hatred in her eyes. A sadistic grin spreads upon his lips as she lunges at him. Muscles tense beneath the chocolate hide as weight shifts towards his haunches. He does not rear up in defense as he might an attacking stallion but instead surges forward to meet her a feral laugh upon his lips. He angles away from her, the sharp edge of her blunt teeth piercing the scarred fur upon his shoulder. Even in his pain he feels the pleasure, the wolf alive with her roar of battle. He circles around her, his own thick neck dropping to nip lightly at the flesh of her hip. taunting her. She lashes again with hind legs extended and he grunts against the force of her kick. Even in close quarters as they were, he can feel the surge of rage in her attack. She meant to draw blood and the wolf was content to let her. Slowly he circles her, droplets of crimson trickling down the point of his shoulder where her teeth managed to connect. Nostrils flare, inhaling the familiar tang of blood and sweat and lust that hung heavily in the air around them. She kicked and thrashed and bite and again and again he found himself reaching out to nip or bump whatever flesh she left exposed like a cat toying with its dying prey. She was his victim tonight.

As with any game, there is always an end at some point. Though he and the wolf could have gladly gone on a bit longer, the sweat that glistened her skin from the exertion is enough to bring him pause as her hatred festers out into something akin to defeat. Her ears remain buried beneath the thick curls of her obsidian mane as she lifts her head to meet his gaze. Her sides heave with effort, her breath coming in short gasps. Her rump leans against his shoulder now, his blood smearing across the soft white of her fur. Her teeth clench angrily as she advises him to take his prize, her tail flicking just enough to show that she had no intentions of furthering the battle. A slight disappointment but not enough to stop him. Maliciously he leans into her skin, his neck stretching to rest possessively across the curve of her back. "Come now darling... It's not like you haven't enjoyed it before." he murmurs, his whiskered lips parting to let his pink tongue trace slow lines across the sweat damp skin of her hip. "All you need do is ask me." he purrs, his rough baritones husky with hunger. He had gone this far.