King Elk Forest Peace in your violence

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Vex could not deny that Dreven was not handsome. She had always had a thing for scars, though she preferred to do the scarring herself. In her mind's eye, she saw Vorilye, with his sneering, scarred face. One day, she would end him. The Queen exhaled, and refocused. She was a lonely thing, raising whelps; Jarus had come and gone, and for what reason she knew not. Perhaps a mission. Yes. He would come back.

...Until he did, Vex would yearn. She was a creature of baser instincts — aggressive, possessive, domineering, and carnal. If Dreven had respected her the first time they'd met, then perhaps he would have been hers. She could have had him, if she wanted.

But now was not the time. Dreven spoke of his leader. Alduin. Vex knew that name. Her black lips curled into a sly smirk. "Ah, but we are friends! How lovely..." She stood before Dreven now, eyeing him with much more interest. "Your leader is the ally of my ally. Is it not great?"