A dark, demonic growl slipped from the Imperator's lips, the arctic's female's lips rolled over her upper incisors and met his stare with her own blue ones. He was not afraid of her, he wasn't afraid of nearly everything and certainly not a pathetic little shitty female who thought she could trespass into his lands. Barbarian bitch. She must not value her life at all, for he was not one to make empty threats and he would kill her if necessary. There was only so much warnings he was willing to give. The wolf was tired of sparing trespassers, it was time to show them that he was not soft, he was a Roman and while he was lenient at times, he was still strict and merciless at others. And this time, she had gone way too far.
"The only pathetic thing is your empty threats," growled the female with flattened ears, though he felt a flicker of satisfaction as she finally moved back, keen eyes noticing her nostrils twitching nervously. Good. No one growled at the Imperator when it was they that did something wrong. He was an Angelus Mortis, an angel of death and he wouldn't hesitate to sink his fangs into her pathetic squirming body. If she lived through this encounter, Shadow would make sure she would remember him, and he would issue the capture/kill on sight order.
"He isn't my boyfriend. He's your captive," the female snapped, and at that moment, he snapped too. His height a great advantage as his fur bristled, his spine curved, tongue raking across his gleaming white canines in a threatening manner, tail raised and waving dominantly over his hindquarters as the sadistic monster in him exploded. It was only the presence of Jupiter that calmed the brute slightly, tamed him slightly. Coward, barbarians die many times before their actual deaths. Look into my eyes, and you shall see your real death. whispered the Optimus Maximus, his voice radiating quiet strength and power and etherealness. The voice echoed in the Roman's head and the creature calmed slightly, silver orbs cold, harsh and intelligent, the trademark Angelus Mortis glint in his eye literally glowing. "My captive, your boyfriend, same thing. Though it is your fault that he has now an extended period of time in high security captivity until he becomes a full member of the Bypass. He won't thank you for it, will he?" the words were spoken in an elegant silky, deadly manner.
Ears flattened against his skull, hindquarters bunched up, he leaped, fangs glinting as the light shone down onto him. Glowing like an angel, like the shining father as he moved with the speed of Mercury. He attempted to sink his fangs into her shoulder, claws extended to swipe at her nose.