Dragoncrest Cliffs 'cause london is drowing and i live by the river

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Isengrim is fully prepared for what he might say, what he might do to earn the trust of a fellow being so that he may continue to live freely. But he is unprepared for how he may meet; the sum of his education on the interaction with others consisted of those of his own family and those he had bossed around. The only real life expierance he could offer was being chucked off cliff by his own mother and having to fight his way for a breath above the wirling pit of liquid death. But as the presence of a superior being comes into play, he realises just how clueless he is. He doesn't know what to say, nor how to act, for caught aback is he. Only one thing is clear within his mind, this is the Alpha. Her presence imposed upon his own in a manner that even the self-inflated boy could not ignore, and he is at loss for words; never could he imagine such a force equivalent to the likes of his father, but low and behold, it stands before him in the form of a woman riddled with scars. Perhaps it is the fact this woman is the only other presence he has known who comands attention simply by being there, but it matters little. She intimidates him, but not in a way that envokes fear but respect; something even the self proclaimed boy-king does not understand. He yearns to know more. Little by little does he slower, cautious of every move he makes, and finally submitting where his words would have doomed any chance he had. It comes as instinct, exposing the flesh of his neck in a display of humility that the boy would otherwise deny occured; this time, his actions mean something.

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