Northstar Vale a chest filled with diamonds and gold

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She drew nearer. His bi-colored eyes watched her closely, his ears pinning back to his skull. Showing such submission he was not used to. His name was not uttered from the lips, spilled from their tongues like poison here. His titles did not bear weight nor merit. There was an advantage to be found in it, and he played to it. His life was worth more to him than his pride. He heard her sniff at the air and the devourer sunk lower as she wordlessly commanded it. These were her lands, he knew now, and he respected power so long as it's wielder was worthy. It was rare for him to find one whom he felt the inklings of respect for but this woman ...she was worthy of his respect, he suspected. There was something within him that whispered it, that affirmed it though he could not explain why he felt that even if he had wanted to.

Rigr did not make another attempt to communicate verbally with her: he'd said all he needed to. Instead, he sunk lower, his tail curling around his hind leg, salmon pink tongue licking his jowl as his throat arched in an attempt to placate. Rigr did not fight her dominance, instead, favoring to accept it and the consequences that were to come. He could not remember the last time he'd willingly submitted to anyone and in this, while his muscles found the act foreign, there was a ...thrill to it, the Norseman found. To witness the command of power so beautifully.

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