Luneshale Pass sword of destiny

Kóvictus released her scruff, his breath huffing against her neck as he straightened slightly, the weight of him still pressing her firmly into the sand. His golden eyes burned into her as he inhaled deeply, taking in the sight of her beneath him, her submission strong, her conviction clear. She had chosen him, and he would show her what that meant.

"I am Kóvictus te Stratoslykos," he growled out his name, presenting it with the power it once carried and would once again carry, vibrating through the charged air of the desolate desert. He leaned closer, his nose brushing along her jaw as his words poured from him, heavy with intent. "I was a Warbringer once, and I will be again. With you at my side. They will fear not only me but the woman I choose to lay with."

His chest rumbled as he pressed his weight into her once more, ensuring she felt every inch of him.

"Men will fight and claw at our feet for a taste of our glory. Weak men will crumble into dust beneath us, and strong women will fight for their place—or be useful elsewhere." His voice dipped lower, darker, the promise in his tone laced with feral hunger. "We will destroy them all. Their packs, their names, their legacies—erased by our fist."

Kóvictus lowered his muzzle, his nose tracing along her neck and down to her shoulder, marking every inch of her in his mind. "You are my catalyst, Ione," he growled, his words as sharp as his bite.