Shadewood Just did a bad thing

@Cry. Forwarded to the 24th

Her mind was numb. In fact every time she tried to form coherent thought, darkness wrapped itself tighter around her already unstable sanity, threatening to choke the life from it till she broke entirely. She had no idea why she was stalking him, the dark leader who stroked her ego. His scent had triggered something, the desire to test limits, to make him prove he was worth what he asked from her. After all, every time she had laid herself down for a man readily it had ended badly so why not test?

He was ahead of her. She paused in shadow and waited for the breeze to change, blowing her scent away before she slowly stalked up behind him. Without a sound she lunged, her jaws closed and intending no damage but her meaning was clear show me why you're my general and I your solider. The anticipation, the danger of what she was doing caused her heart to race but she needed this, she craved a fight that would push her in a way she hadn't been pushed in so long.

He knew he was being followed- all the training he had committed to @Reiner, all of the hard hours and long days, nights, evenings he had devoted to the behemoth to where he near looked as the silent monster tended to. Dark, stalking, but arrogant- but the true question was what came first? The Sergeant or the Assassin?
And what happened if they were one in the same?
What if, by some terrible experiment, some awful concoction of repeated failures, eventual success blended and gave birth to the man who kept his auds forward currently, rather than instinctively following the mostly near imperceptible crinkles of newly weighed down debris behind him? 
What if Minori stalked a man so capable of ignoring his body's natural signals, a man who could leave her body rigid and decaying in a place where mate nor sister could find her? For every victim this man she stalked held no grave marker, and were untraced to this very day-

Yes...Minori brought fang to her Alpha. But as every killer knew, this was no aim to kill. So he allowed this slaver upon his unbristled hide, gave no protest to her as he calmly stopped his gait to turn once she had pulled free, and brought down a devil's twin scythe of ice upon the ivory eye patch wench.

His mind drifted to times where these occurances had come to be, where random assaults had been aimed at him from many who tested his skill, his resolve, his lethality. But he was young then, nowhere near the murderer he is now. He was but a child in that regard then, he mused as his unflinching gaze remained on her delicate face. Slade, Raziel, Reiner...he knew of them, and he eventually had come to best them all. 
It was he who stood here, king of these lands, not them. 

Arrogance threatened to fuel him, to bleed through him as fire would gasoline through veins of coal. But he was calm, collected, and his discipline overruled the fuckery that his testy mind tried him with. And thus the rushwater flooded through, hissing over the molten wrath of sin embedded thick in him. His chin tilted up, and began to rotate his skull clockwise as he unstiffened unused musles-

 

"I need a gansta'
to love me betta'
than all tha other's do-"

He contorted thighs, hocks, forelimbs and rolled his spine to control and release the bloodflow that he knew he would need for this coming slaughter. He relished the oxygen that flowed through him, just as fresh as the sea of artic waters that was his lifeline. Oh, how he needed this, this desire, this inate urge to just ruin.
 

"To always forgive me,
ride or die for me," 

Regaining his stature, he allowed his cape to unfurl, his mane heading the top of the lavish and thick wave of onyx with a strict meld of absolute ebony, a perfect rush of darkness that heralded his name. His acceptance was clear, almost surrender to her demand, but there was no kneeling present in this King of the Keep.

 

 

"Thats just what gangsta's do."

And with light betraying his final place where he stood for her last saving grace through the help of filtered moonlight from the canopy above, the obsidian killer lurged forward with speed that should not have belonged to him, to his age, to his crisp creases of fatherhood. And he belied to the newly mothered woman exactly why the shadows were his home. 

And the only thing she would possibly be capable of making out would be the bright albasters of his trapping jaws across her hide, precisely aimed for her scruff. There was no plans to drag this out- he did not wittle down foes. One shot, one kill. 
His mind played the scene miliseconds before it could have happened- he would yank her free of her security of her fours, and fling her directly into the ground. His mind was too focused on the attack that it hadn't pieced together the possible aftereffects once the slam had been commited- and thus he was unprepared for what would hit him next.

She had gotten his attention and stood there breathing deeply, meeting his gaze unblinkingly. Her shoulders rose and fell with quick but deep breaths, her body as still and rigid as a statue. 

Then he began to flex but flex was not a good enough description. It was like watching a god summon his power, or a demon preparing to wreck havoc upon a deserving soul. It was the most erotic thing she could recall seeing, watching the man who ruled the keep's shadows so calmly prepare to meet her request for battle. She swallowed thickly, knowing she was in for a new experience, a beating that she craved, a beating to make her body's pain drown out that of her mind. And she prayed that he wouldn't hold back, a small smile curving her lips, welcoming the lunge a mere second before it happened.

 She went down. She went down harder than she ever recalled having been downed before. The air left her lungs in a quick burst and her ears rang. She closed her eyes and gave a small moan, the familiar pain of battle making her yearn for more as she lay at his paws. She was a soldier though,not simply a masochist in this moment and while she would get a beating she would show she wasn't a pathetic sack of shit. She would show that she could give back at least some of what she received.


Where he had strength and speed, she was nimble and knew tricks. She rolled to her belly and using her hind paws, kicked up dirt into his face. Using the extra few seconds she sprang to her paws and slammed her head up under his chin, the hard part of her skull jabbing a quick pressure to one of the soft points before his throat, under his muzzle, a pressure point that would cause him to lift his chin back. When he did she would twist her maw, teeth brushing against his jugular before she would dance away ready for his move. Her breath came quick, pupils blown wide in an expression eerily similar to someone ready to do an entirely different physical act. Her lips peeled back in a smile, exposing her fangs as she lowered her head, bowing to him before lifting it again and baring her fangs. She acknowledged his place above her but she wanted to fight, she needed to.

His misjudge of her, it felt so promising. His fault, his nearsightedness, it felt so absolute that he could have asked for her to rush him all over again. It was almost euphoric, and he'd be fucking lying if it wasn't something that made him fiend for more. The reward was her retaliation, and it dove him into another cataclysim of pressure that brought so much reality to him, it woke him up as the scene replayed over in his head. After he had slammed her once readying up, she had let him. And the sound tht had left her lips had not been a growl, nor a grunt, but a breathy groan, and it only grounded him that much more. Reality, how sweet it tasted once you figured it out. 
Minori had pulled his attention free from the gravity of the situation, and reinvested it all in herself. 

It was the throb of his neck snapping back that forced the reflex of flying back from the nearity of his foe, leaping back with such fluid jostle that he only barely missed the graze of fangs over his windpipe. The air however was not missed, and it passed over sensitive skin with goosebump-raising chills. The flail of dirt had him shaking himself from her prior distraction and he hadn't spent much more than a blink before Darkicryer he pulled a feint to her left underside while curling to the right to slash a beartrap of jaws across her tantilyzing curve of shoulder. all the while, his inhale caught the aroma of her sweat, her grit, and her passion. It riled up a disaster of feelings in him, all curling through his heart like a serpent who knew every crevice-

and knew it well.

It was like the speed of time changed to amplify every sensation, ever feeling. Slow when he pulled away just in time for her teeth to click lightly together, the feeling of having been so close to dragging them across his throat in a action that held the promise (however empty) of lethality stirring the long lost urges and instincts of the killer inside her. 

 Then his turn began and as he feinted left she kept her eyes upon him, dancing a graceful step in a direction unexpected, to the very left he had gone in. She had expected the move and though his fangs did indeed slice a cut across her shoulder she also lunged, her jaws aiming to grab the god by the side of his scruff as her legs sprang her backwards pulling him forward into his own momentum and pushing downward in the intent to press his face to the ground. Once again she dealt no damage except for maybe the sting of her grip, she didn't intend to ever really cause any true wounds, at least not yet. With her muzzle so close to his body she could smell him, smell how seriously he took this fight and how he too wanted this. The tangy scent of her blood began to fill the air, adding a deadly edge to the passion and sweat.

Luck kept its distance as he relied on skill and training. He did not need luck, as it was for novices, and he was far from it. The extra skin on his hackles, the little bit that all wolves had, allowed him leeway to turn in her grip, and more importantly, to reverse it. Except where she would have his nape, he would have her throat. 

Pulling a swivel beneath her, ivories sprang for her windpipe, but no force came from his grip- instead he lurched forward and toppled her flatly on her back, his dark kiss still where her pulse lay. The urge to simply crush it ran strongly through his body, and for a second, he squeezed lightly on it just to feel the resistance, to feel her tremble beneath him, but instantly he released her. He would not kill her...

for she was perfect.

All at once it was over and she was on her back with the feeling of his jaws wrapped around her throat. She gasped and her body stiffened before all at once relaxing, her eyes turning to look at him with trust. When he stepped away she lay there for a few moments longer before rolling to her belly and crawling after him her breath still panting, slowly reaching up to rub her head against the bottom of his chin, maw tracing down his throat, to his chest and then lowered to his paws "General" she breathed out the scent of adrenaline slowly shifting to a different, more pungeant scent that she couldn't help. She'd regret it eventually or perhaps she wouldn't but she lifted her gaze and stared quite lustfully into Cry's eyes, challenging him to go farther just to see where this could go. "I am yours to command" she whispered softly, remaining in her bowed position.

His world tilted as she crawled after the man who had chosen to turn and keep himself from remaining atop her, a struggle of something so wretchedly carnal in him that his entire void-pasturized soul shook with enough force to stop his breathing. Even inhaling her was devastating to his psyche, and almost as any minion would, she tasted it, and grew addicted. A single slit of ice peered over his cape of midnight as he took her in, took her in this pathetic state, this whimpering slime of begging bitch...

His ruff lowered, mane softening to lay smooth over the Phantom while he turned to take her full under his atlantic scrutiny. Waves of baritones coldly crashed against to Warrioress, his prized and most valuable General. His Platinum. His, His, His. 

He had nothing left to say to her. Yet he had a legion of words to unfurl upon her. Cry wanted to kill her. Yet he wanted her to be so much closer to him than anything he could ever have imagined. He was attracted to her, her restless relent, her unending subjection to his law- something in him craved it- needed her to know that he expected that of her. It snatched him by his mind, and pulled his body to hers, circling the woman with almost voracious structure. A parasite that she sated with her whines, pleads, moans, and body. 

"Are you, truly?" Lies could undo her mercy, and they could leave her buried in this Keep rather than leading it. Deceit was his life, his father, his guide, his soul. And it played out the beat of his heart. He would know if she lied to him...
And thus would be her doom.

He grew closer to her, snout sliding against the air beside her with clean efficiency, clean and telling. The breath passing from his words, from his breathing, it intermingled with hers on a sail of silk with satin. 
Was she his? 

Was she?

A flicker of awareness inside her mind, a small nagging voice that said this was wrong. To offer herself to Cry in this way when his wife was with child, to do this when she had just gotten out of a relationship....it made her a sinner. Yet hadn't she always been a sinner? She had killed many, destroyed packs just to keep her own safe. Women, children..they had fallen victim to the effects of the war she had commanded. She had drowned her sorrows in poppy, numbing herself to the world around her. Hadn't she abandoned the plateau? Abandoned Liri who lay sick, abandoned Corvus who she was sure had loved her without a single word?

Yes she had always been a sinner, so what was so different about this? Why shouldn't she enjoy herself? Why not offer what she could give to the man who had given her power, a home, a family? She was his soldier, his platinum and she would do as he wanted, whatever that may be. Her breath caught in her throat as he stepped closer, circling like a predator about to deal the final blow to his prey. She wanted him, she wanted whatever he could offer her even if that was just a beating and his attention for this moment alone. 

Yet....this was not her. A bowing,sniveling woman in the throes of passion. She was Minori Matsuyo, General and Warlord. She was the one who caused fear, inspired hope in others, dealt out punishment for wrongdoings. She wanted to drive him mad with passion, she wanted him to take her like a beast, to share with her the dark, violent madman she had just gotten a glimpse of. She exhaled softly as his muzzle drew near and she turned her face, her nose touching his cheek and slowly caressing up toward his ear. "Yes Cry....I can't offer my heart...but everything else is yours. Let me be the pawn to your greatness" she whispered this against his ear and pulled her lips back to gently nibble at the velveteen flesh of the aud "For as long as you need me" she said in a breathy tone, wondering if she would be punished for her forwardness.

He scoffed at her words- not in mockery, but in incredule. Hearts?!...There was no heart in this, no honor in what they had just done. There was nothing here but vile exhibition, of deboned structure. As he brough his crystaline gaze back to her own gems, her face had already turned, lashing the heat and pull of delishes delight up his aud's ridge. There was something undoing about how destructive their species could be, yet it was savored even more when they chose not to become such houndish things. When the maws that could had ripped his ear raggedly from his skull instead trailed temptation upon it. 

No.
There was no heart here. 

There was only power. 

"Desire becomes surrender-" his voice nulled the world around them, silencing even the breeze that tried to interrupt his lesson to his favored amongst filth. "And surrender becomes..." he trailed off, giving himself the ease of finishing his circuit behind her, glacials scalding her back with winter's most forsaken of shards. He expected her to finish the quote, a quiz of her memory as he recalled the very time she had heard his mantra. Her pelt was fading in the scent of Issun, and almost as though a barricade was being erased by his own wish, he pushed himself closer to her, painting her perfume with his much more. Almost a blanket of protection against those who couldn't handle the monsters of misery that they had become.

At his scoff she went over her own words and realised her fault. There was no room for hearts in this world of darkness. She had once told herself this, once tried to pull away from emotion and focus on the power of her body and mind. For a time it had worked until she had met Issun who was the first to break her shell. Then Corvus. Then Liri. All beings of light that encouraged her to open up when truly she'd have been a more extraordinary being if she hadn't. She wouldn't make the mistake again..

Instead she would dive deeper into the corruption that was Cry and his keep. She would crawl her way to the top, she would sink her fangs deep inside this man somewhere he could understand and then...she would have power. His words echoed hauntingly inside her mind, dragging memories to the surface and as he moved behind her.

"Power...."  His voice said in her mind.

 She gave in to him, gave in to this world. She would surrender to him any day but would he surrender to her? She asked him in the only way this scenario permitted, she slowly stood up and lifted her tail. She exposed what she had only given to one man, one man who had taken it for granted. Now she was giving permission to be used, to be ruled, because she was so tired of fighting for control and losing it. Her tail brushed slowly beneath his chin as she looked over her shoulder "Power" she answered meeting his gaze briefly, imploring him with deep, lustful and trusting eyes for him to just take her surrender as he wished.

Just as crisp as it was for her voice to reach his auds, her position, her allowance was a turntable that he was whirling on. She faded his dying mind with such simplicity as she confirmed that yes, she was in fact learning, listening, paying mind to him where she was needed. She made him fade, freely diving into his crevices with lusty trysts. The hush of everything was all he could grasp mentally as he physically broke the seam of distance between them, forelimbs warming in a devious blend of black on black. Her muscled hips were pulled closer as he wrapped one of his own underneath her, wanting her in his embrace with as little time wasted as possible. This was no simple task, yet they were simple creatures. They both felt the spindle line lift, a veil they needed not as their natured revealed to the other. Cry could only do so much to stop himself from tearing into her, from reeling a horrendous pair of jaws around the back of her neck as he hoisted her up, closer to him, fitting him in the wedge of space where she fit so wrongly, but in turn clicked in place. 

Gwen had the key of his mind and heart in the dainty chain around her neck-

Yet Minori asked for only leadership, where he asked for only loyalty. 

She dragged him in a pirhouette as he pulled her in a whirl. They were built for this abuse, and he would give it to her as much as she had yanked it from him. The dizzy dance of fallen hearts where only they knew the other by heart-
because there was none.

There was nothing more said as he pushed himself against her, all too expertised at the erection and insertion of himself into a woman with as many times as he had tangled with his wife. It was a blur what disasterology unfurled between these two obscene obsidians, but just as he had in their spar, he was swift, efficient, and very capable of making this despicable affair seeming to last lifetimes longer with every thrust he pushed heatedly on his General. 

He had held back with Gwen...
But nothing was bonded back with Minori. 

Today, roughmance was the theme.

From the moment he had mounted she pushed back against him, hips rolling backwards before he could even manage a thrust. She closed her eyes so all she knew was silence and him. She tuned out her thoughts, only focused on the strength she felt in his body. He buried himself inside of her, giving in to an act that was both satisfying and damning for them both. This was a land of sin and god help anyone who dared to try and stop it. A rough sound left her muzzle as he gave his all, sensation exploding all her nerve endings. Gone was the pain of betrayal, replaced by a sick pleasure of claiming this piece of a man who could never be hers. Gone was the nagging affection she had for Higoro, replaced with devotion to this man who pounded away at the weaknesses inside of her. This was not the lovemaking she'd had with Issun but an act of submission, a brutal pledge that she was his in whatever way he wished. Another rough moan, her head thrown back to stare at the sky, expression blissfully void of any emotion except for lust and satisfaction. 


Gone was the woman who sacrificed for the desires of others. Here was a woman who served herself and the desires of the head of the Keep only.

It was a violent and heated affair, each dragging the other, sweat dampening the dirt beneath them in a slop caking of sex-musked mud. But Sithis above, if it didn’t feel good, he would be damned to lie. He only knew her. Only her. Her voice, her despicable moans and those goddamn groans. 
And it was all he knew as he took them to hell’s gates, hand in hand.

Time had cooled them to steaming piles of fur and tangled limbs as their pants whisked away in plumes beyond. Cry had nothing to say. Did she? A single degree of lift skewered a glacial to assess his General.
But before anything could cross his mind, something unbelievable came to be-

his silence was broken, as barks of laughter streamed from a gravelled throat.

All her senses exploded in a fiery blast and she ended up sliding to the ground.  She panted silently and said not a single word, her mind a slow hum of satisfaction and order. Then he laughed and she straightened up, ears perking as she shot a fierce look over her shoulder questioning him. He laughed as if she were a jester, a funny little girl who had mimiced at an adult. He demeaned her...and isn't it what she had wanted? 

"Better?" she asked, regarding him calmly, already accepting whatever was to come before it happened and expecting the worst. She stood and shook her fur out, hackles slowly flattening. She breathed in the stench of his musk "Is it funny that I provided an outlet for you?" she asked "That I am useful in all ways?" she narrowed her eyes and lifted her chin. "Good day Cry" she said and turned to walk away, slower than usual in case he called her back, a small smirk on her lips.

His laughter subsided as her mints crashed against his icicle with a sharp and demanding clink. They hadn’t subsided because of the ‘hurt’ in her voice, only because he had finished his enjoyment of the situation. Now that she had caused. Yet it held back nothing from him. 

“You’ve gotta learn to smile more, Minori. Have you not heard of being a murderer with a killer smile?” As much as he had smiled here in the Keep, he’d expect someone to notice how nothing had laid behind it, how it was merely a mask to the apathy and icewaters that swirled about in his heart. 
Yet no one had.

“You are an outlet. And you are damn good at it.” He wasn’t shying away from what they had just done. He’d already assumed he was an outlet from her the moment she had challenged him to this twisted dance. And thanks to the other little quirks of his of hearing quite a bit happened between her and her supposed mate, the Phantom knew much more than he was expected to. “I have given you an outlet as well- an outlet that smothers your mistrusts and hides the infidelity of your ‘sweet  and mindful’ Issun.” He stood, shook his pelt of as much wallowing filth as he could before taking his steps in the opposed direction. ”You are just as free to choose what and who you want, just as much as I am.” A hidden threat lie within those silken words, his baritones letting them slip almost ribbonesque to his General. 

Two could play at this game-
and he was certain he was capable of beating her at it.

She snorted at his instruction to smile more and turned, the smirk that was all ice curling up more though it was not him who caused the iciness. She remained silent with no change in expression as he complimented her skills as an "Outlet" and that at least caused a bubble of laughter to break her silence. "Well at least I have that going for me" she replied sarcastically but in good humor and then fixated him with a humorous expression. He threatened her? She laughed again, a short bark and shook her head "I am not hiding anything he did. Anyone can tell that something happened, if they want to know they'd ask and I would tell. My son knows Daddy did wrong, Higoro knows I'm a single woman" she spoke in a breezily carefree tone as he stood to go. She stayed silent for a moment more before also beginning to walk away "I wanted you, I had you, now I don't anymore. There is no need to speak of this since you aren't anything more than my leader and I your trusted pawn. I will make sure nobody knows of this" she fell silent an turned to look at him expecting him to feel the same way. If word got out and drama was caused she would defend herself even though what they had done was wrong. She was sure he wouldn't want his pretty little dove of a wife to get her fur dirtied nor her feelings hurt.

Now that brought a smile to his face. He’d allow to think her opinions for as long as she could stomach them. Women needed their little power surge wherever they could get it. It wasn’t as though she would be able to  take him down, so he had very little to fear from the bitch.
His bitch.
His breath held as he felt another pass of possessiveness come to seek claim in him, yet discipline silenced it. 
Did she truly believe she could have him? That she could contain the monster that he was? That she could relate to anything that slept within his dark mind? 

Unfortunate. 
But he would atleast give her all of the rope she needed to hang herself with.

”Minori,” he chided in a soft voice, brows lowering over subarctic eyes in a illusion of sympathy to her- sympathy to her ignorance. “I value you as so much more than a simple ... pawn,” he spat the word into the dirt as he watched her over his shoulder. He did. It was a fact. She was his most close as of yet in matters of warfare, and should it be known that they had come to fuck, he wouldn’t have shame in that. “And to be frank, your assumptions wound me- it shows me how little you think of me.” He returned to sit, his back still to the dark wench that he had grown a bit fond of. “Especially as I hadn’t assumed you would want to be such a lowly position, forever...”

His words went in one ear and out the other, she heard but she didn't believe. She had heard it from too many and had them fall empty too many times. She remained firm in her cold demeanor only softening when he played her in all the right ways, accusing her of thinking little of him. It was wrong, she thought the highest of him, a man who was three steps ahead, a man of power, a man who held the key to what she wanted now lost of all. She shook her head "I think everything of you Cry and what's more is I don't ignore what you really are..or at least what ive seen so far. I dont pretend you are some hero. I support and am loyal to you whatever you have done or may do" she said bluntly. Phex, Gwen and all the other naive little wolves in this pack....how long would they pretend that a shadow hadn't formed in Cry? How long would they pretend that the man wasn't a gracious savior but a powerful and often harsh man? "Lowly rank? My rank here doesn't truly matter does it? I could be your second and only have as much power as you allow" she had to admit that the idea of being the second around here sounded quite satisfying to her. She briefly turned around to face him again "Forgive my tongue Cry it apparently grows loose when I'm under stress" she offered an apology for the way she was sure her words had overstepped, trying to slowly end the conversation. If anyone caught them together now they'd be able to smell the man all over her fur and her all over his. She couldn't afford to have it known she'd had a rough fuck with the mated leader of their pack.

He listened, something she seemingly did not take to very well. But even while she did not, she had. A breath passed after she had concluded herself, and he could feel her desire to hide this mess they had made. Such a flavor of distaste was unfound in him- by Sihis above, what if he had wanted to get caught?

“You’ve got a point, Minori. But if you deny order and category, of structure and discipline, what can you claim as a soldier of mine? Simply acting on an order that leaves my lips when you are unable to keep your own tongue?” His smile was not on his face, but it lie in his voice. She was a smart girl, a stone that was not meant to be shaped into a gem, but sharpened and polished into a blade of its own. “I don’t ask much of you. I much rather see what kind you have of your own accord. A mind much broader than any that a simple General could keep. And if I’m fact, you might be ready to step into something more worthy of sleeping with a wedded man.” After all, of you were going to have an affair, why not make it more meaningful? 

He didnt just sleep with anybody.

”I’ve no Confidant. I’ve no one to lay their eyes on your talent and deem you a worthy successor of these woods. But I have myself. I have my opinions. And most of all, I’ve seen your capability.”  

Bringing a deep breath into his chest, he pulled the drapes from the piece he had worked on for a nice minute now, and bringing himself to center with it, to accept this little motion he had, he gave novelty to what she though was ‘just a rank’. 

“I wish for you to become my Heir, Minori. To rule Shadewood in my stead, should it come to be.” Though it we’re something that could be taken away should he see something undesirable in her or if he should come across a better catch. Ears flashed back fluidly to catch her reactions, to gauge her breathing, her movements. He was invested in her.

”That means the only one who can contest you IS me.”

[ooc]this is gonna be an awful reply im so sorry[. Last post/ooc]

Nothing outwardly changed as she listened to all he said, brilliant seafoam eyes lifting to peer curiously into his face when he said she could be ready to be more than just an affair. There was little more than a slow perking of her ears, a sharpening of her gaze that spoke of the interest and desire he had provoked within her mind. To become his heir when he had children of his own he could raise to be whatever he wished....it was an honor that she for some reason felt strangely hesitant to accept. She was content with hiding behind his shadow here, not having to lay claim to this land that as the days passed grew in discontent....Did she want to inherit a cursed pack? None of this showed on her expression and she held her tongue for a monent more as the last words fell from his tongue.


And vice versa Cry...

The thought came uninvited to her mind, shocked her enough to cause a shocked expression on her face which she quickly followed up by nodding "finally someone sees who I am" she said. She wasn't a follower, she was a General, a leader, a protector....and maybe she would be able to save the slowly crumbling place that was their Keep. "Thank you Cry. I won't ddisappoint you but I do need to return to my children" she said this firmly and dipped her chin, a silent goodbye to the man she had just lain with and turned this time walking off.