Raven's Watch Femme fatale

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To be challenged was not something that he was particularly used to. Even prior to his departure from the land that had housed his family, when his siblings had been around him, the boy had not experienced any true challenges. He had merely existed, rising slowly into a roll that he knew nothing about, its existence included. So, as the woman spoke, disregarding his statement as if it meant nothing, he was not immediately aware of how to proceed. His jaw clenched and he bit back the words that threatened to spill out passed his lips, whilst a moment was taken to recollect himself. As he exhaled his gaze narrowed, the alteration virtually imperceptible. “No one has to mark anything to claim it as their own,” he replied coolly. “Many do, but there’s no law that says we have to.” Marking was neither necessary nor unnecessary, it simply was. It served as a warning, a way to ward off outsiders, but the child did not see any reason for why it might be demanded. With the assumption that there existed individuals and groups alike that wished to go through life unnoticed, he doubted how imperative it was to leave behind traces of one’s self.

Eros watched the woman’s body rise up into a sitting position, whilst his stance remained rigid and unchanging. Again, she spoke, but her words were paid little attention. It was her gaze that gripped his focus, the intensity of it reflected back through his own. He wasn’t the least bit phased by the way in which she watched him, able to be intimidated by only a handful of wolves. Anger tore across his expression and bore a snarl, his lips pulled back to reveal his teeth, but only for a moment; to blink would mean to miss the temporary shift entirely, its appearance brief and without any grounds to linger. “You’re lounging around here like it’s yours, disrespecting our home,” he began, the words uttered slowly. “Why would they want to talk to you?” Maintaining a clear mind, he made certain that he used a nondescript pronoun, withholding the confirmation that the leader truly was a man—what purpose this served, he could not say, but it felt right.

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