The Heartwood [M] Apology accepted, Captain Needa

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No, he had not come to apologize, but he also had not come to antagonize an already unstable ticking time bomb. The fight within her is good and the stubbornness means that she will not die easily — that is what he likes, she’s a strong ally. Though he disobedience will not be tolerated towards him. He might have even been more lax if they did not have a stranger amongst them because of her familiarity — because of the mutual bond they shared in his adolescence. 

But he would do the same to Dreven if he were to disrespect him in front of company. So he can’t feel too bad over it.

Though, with the witches’ next words, it’s clear she feels much more wronged by the hellhound than he does. For she’s making another grave mistake by snapping her pretty white fangs at him once more. The Revenant doesn’t flinch when he sees them flash and hears them snap just a hairs breath away from a dark, leathery nose. He remains rooted in place, eyes unblinking as she spits words at him close after.

Then why even come here?! She yells venomously. He remains silent, but surely she could see the tense of thick muscles over his body and the barely there upwards curl of his own whiskered lips.

I have no use for your sympathy, and since you do not care to share it, your presence here has no purpose.

She expects an apology then. It will not come, but somethings much worse might because it’s at the tail end of her sentence when his fangs unsheathe and low, rumbling growl is slithering from his own maw.

“Then you will get none.” He growls simply, tone rasping and threatening.

A black-purple tongue shows that second later when he lunges at the woman in her own domain…

The snap isn’t meant to meet flesh, it’s meant to distract. Only a second later, he’s swiping out a single, massive paw in hope of hitting her shoulder, where his teeth would move for her throat. His grip would be light, not crushing, only enough to handle her to the ground beneath. On her back. Where she belongs.

He would stand over her, caging her in with strong limbs, and looming dangerous jaws, teeth exposed right in front of her face — bravely so, for she has shown that she isn’t afraid of snapping at him. And if @Dreven is outside the den, it is likely he would hear the commotion of a brewing fight, but he would pay him no mind and expect him not to come to the female’s aid. 

But staring her down, bloody eyes intense yet half lidded, he would allow a deep, rasping, ashen purr to slip from his lips,

“Perhaps being ‘punished’ in a different way might make you more submissive, mm?”

Power play permission by Heretic/Khasni <3