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you think you can just walk away?

kóvictus snarls, a sound that vibrates through the thick air of the swamp. his golden eyes narrow, locking onto hers, bearing down on her with glare and teeth even as she sits upright. he steps closer, the mud squelching beneath his massive paws, his towering frame casting a shadow over her.

i don’t care what you came here for. you stepped into my land, my domain, and now you think you can leave? his lips curl into a feral sneer, saliva dripping from his bared teeth as he leans in closer, his breath hot against her face. no, woman. it doesn’t work like that. not here. not with me.

his claws dig into the mud as he tilts his head. she amuses him, stokes the fire of his dominance as he lets out a sharp huff, his gaze never leaving hers. he lifts his head upon a long neck, squaring thick shoulders.

linguam tuam compone, mulier, nisi vis eam cum sanguine hauriri. he knows she cannot understand him, and it is all the more satisfying to see the confusion flicker upon face.

you will go nowhere. you will stay, squalor among my empire. and should you try to leave, you will meet my teeth once again.