The Heartwood [M] Apology accepted, Captain Needa

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He rushes her to the ground with a heavy paw and a conviction to kill a wolf his size or bigger. Strong limbs cage her in on either side of the small woman’s body — coiled tight beneath him like a viper ready to strike. 

Venomous.

Mmm, yes. He likes that.

The threat of death…

He likes that too.

Oh, but his suggestion for some much different winds her up further. She spits venom next, something he knew she would do, but cares not for. These words she speaks mean little to him, for he already knows her way of life and outlook on the doggish beast before her.

Her Revenant — her leader — but not her god or king. She has no such respect for him, but perhaps…

“Stop talking.” He quips easily, lazy, slow, and rolling. “You speak of things I already know, woman.”

Her teeth are snarling and white — always ready to draw blood.

He wants her to draw his.

So he dips his head close to her muzzle where those sharpened fangs meet him close — too close — dangerous. Nose to nose, bloody orbs squint down at her, pupils blown and unwavering. With a slithering dominance in his tone and body, he laps a dark black tongue over her lips and teeth — slow and tantalizing.

“Maybe, what you speak of, is what I like?” He asks hypothetically. “Maybe, it’s what I want?”

The question hangs in the air and the blood eyed beast is shameless in his desires. Awaiting an answer which is sure to come quick and snapping…

But that’s what he likes, isn’t it?