Ravensblood Forest Earthworm

A promotion - the gall of her! He snorted then, even as she voided his offer, for as much as he hated to admit it, it was a wise choice. "Bah! I make no promises," though the seed of doubt had been planted. She had potential, but could she deliver? "Means findin' another stray to do our dirty work, an' who's got time for that?"

Following her gaze to the ocean, never far in their seafaring home. "Yer more use to me alive than dead." It would be easy to overpower her, feel the crunch of her bones beneath his teeth. Would he enjoy it? "But I'd be comin' for that eye." A small piece of her, his mark on her body. 

Dare say he would enjoy that even more.