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Vex had been doing a lot of thinking over the past fortnight as The Dominion began to lay it's claim, not all of it good. She worried for her father's health - why was it taking him so long to get here? She was growing more paranoid about the mountain wolves - they were so many, while she had only Vivaan. But then, thinking of him had been giving her ideas as of late; with Vorilye out of the picture, she was now mateless, and there was a surefire way she could boost The Dominion's numbers...

Vex was... uncertain. Vorilye had been promised to her - her father had paired them together. "He said eternity..." Vex snarled softly; tears pricked at her eyes, burning them. She gave a roar of rage, and it was here that she summoned @Vivaan. "You will serve your crown," her call promised. She would give no more thought to Vorilye's betrayal.

There was rage in the Queen's voice. Anger. Hatred.

She summoned Vivaan with a roar, beckoning him forth to hear her words. Words of which confused him.

"You will serve your crown."

Did he not already? What more did she seek from him?

He drew close regardless, prepared to know what more she would say.

In what ways do you seek me to serve you, my Queen? He voiced the confusion, trying his best to lace the crude tone with some ounce of respect. Now was not the time to enrage her further.

He came at her beckoning, just as she knew he would. Her eyes fell upon his form, and they softened the tiniest amount - he was still loyal. The rage within her soothed down to a simmer, rather than a rolling boil. "You will serve in many ways, Vivaan." He was still loyal. He was one of very few wolves who had earned a Cruor name - she herself had bestowed it upon him. Vex moved closer, breathing in his scent. She gave him a soft smirk, eyes of fire dancing once again.

"Cruor tradition demands that only the strongest will pass on their genes." Jaganatha had done well to sire two of the strongest - Vex and Vorilye. He had raised them, he had paired them, and he had said together, they would make the Cruors unstoppable. And he had been wrong. For perhaps the first time, Vex began to doubt her father... and it was this that proved, at least to Vex, that she was ready to lead without him. She only hoped she wouldn't have to for much longer.

"Typically, the Cruor males would fight for the right to mate..." Vex's words were softer now. "But seeing as there are no other males, I thought you would fight me." Best her, and he would be allowed to mate. She smirked softly, her eyes meeting his. "What say you, Vivaan? The Dominion will need numbers - what easier way than to create them?"

So this was it, then.

There had been many things Vivaan held a deep desire for; Vex being one of them.

Finally, he would get the chance.

So she wanted him to fight for the chance to court her? There would be no complaint there. It was something worth fighting for, surely.

With a sly grin and a mock of a bow, Vivaan gestured towards his Queen. The first move is yours.

There was no way he would back away from this challenge.. especially since he had something to win. Something he would win.

Vex smirked - she knew he would agree. As soon as the words left his mouth, Vex pulled back, tongue swiping at black lips. "This will be a proper fight - don't hold back." She wanted him to taste her blood almost as badly as she wanted to taste his. She lived for the fight, for the adrenaline, the pain and pleasure as teeth tore into flesh. It was wondrous.

She lunged for him, a snarl ripping from her muzzle as teeth aimed to sink themselves into his side.

"Don't hold back." So she says.

As much as the order would have been one Vivaan would have obeyed, some restraint would be needed if he was to later have both a wife and a new generation of his creation. However, that didn't a little bloodshed couldn't ensue.

With great excitement, the silver man burst forward to meet his challenger.

Vex was eager, and it showed. The Queen aimed directly for the flank; however, with both moving with haste, her teeth would merely graze the location, scarring it to leave an ooze of crimson.

Perhaps it would be a weak move, but it would be enough to rile her and get blood flow moving. Immediately after she'd passed, Vivaan reached outward with expanded jowls, seeking a grasp on a hind limb. If unsuccessful, even the tail would do.

His blood coated her lips and tongue, and she paused for the slightest moment, savoring the taste as it dripped down the back of her throat. This cost her, however, as Vivaan's teeth closed down on her right hindleg. She took this chance to aim for the wound she'd just given him - her teeth would seek deeper, should they catch. She sought to mark him - to give him a scar that made him hers.

Despite the success in his aim, she still had enough space to reach forward for the wound she'd made moments prior. Vivaan saw this and quickly jerked both weights, trying to tug Vex back.

Vivaan could feel dagger like teeth embedding themselves within the preceding gash.

No... no! I cannot lose. This is mine..~ I deserve it! I've already come this far!

Frantic words bellowed in his mind. Little by little, victory was growing further out of reach.

Would Vex really win this fight? Would all he'd worked for been lost, returned to ash from the coals that once burned brightly?

Vivaan was faltering - she could sense it. She could see it in his eyes as she swung about, shoving her face into his. His blood dripped from her fangs as she hissed coldly, "Don't you dare give in. A Cruor never ceases!" She would snap her jaws at him, a threat of what to come if he didn't get his shit together. "Strike me!" The Queen demanded angrily.

There was no individual he feared. No place, nor emotion. But one thing entirely different made him quiver: failure. It was one thing he would not tolerate of himself, nor of others.

"A Cruor never ceases!"

The words rung within like a crude chime. No tranquility nor solace would be found.

Fury would, however.

Upon the mere moment Vex so rashly demanded his attack, Vivaan was keen to give it, sparing his jaw no space whilst lunging for her snout. If he were to miss, due his greater height, then an ear would do fine as a secondary target.

She wanted him angry. She wanted to see him spill her blood. By whatever means necessary, she would have it all.

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He had her gripped about the muzzle; she smirked as best she could, her eyes of fire meeting his, alight - whatever the outcome, he was worthy. She could feel it deep within her. Vivaan set alight the fire that Vorilye had allowed to cool to mere embers. He was still loyal. She had been repeating this to herself for days now.

She ripped free from his grasp - whether that would cause scarring was yet to be known. Tail lashing, sides heaving, bleeding from her face, she stared hungrily at Vivaan. "Again," she crooned, moving to circle him.

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In this moment alone, there had never been so much desire burning within Vivaan's heart.

He no longer cared about proving himself. He knew he was worthy. He wanted to have what it was he had always deserved: to make his mark on the wolf that would offer him a future of great power.

Vex would be his wife, and she would carry the future of the Dominion. He would become the King of the empire, regardless of whether a proper title stating such was bestowed. A mere label wasn't needed. Only proof... and proof he had.

The woman's crooning itched at his spine. Such a sound bore ill will. No more.

Lunging with what power he could muster, Vivaan aimed his teeth for her shoulder, placing his weight wherever he could manage in an attempt to pin her. This fight would end, and he would be victorious.

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Teeth met at her shoulder; Vex loosed a low growl, but did not pull away. Twisting to meet his gaze, she assured aloud, "You've done well, Vivaan. The right is yours." But was she assuring him, or herself? As he took up the position, her thoughts wandered to Jaganatha - would he approve of this? This was, after all, not a typical Cruor marriage - did she even want it to be? She would bear his children and, in the meantime, he would court her. But this had not been sanctioned by her father. Would he condemn the children of Vex and Vivaan? The Queen had no answers. But then, this was not their homeland - Vex was rebuilding them from the ground up. These were her laws, not her father's. If he dissented, he would have to live with it. These children would be her future.

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