Ouroboros Spine under divine law of the opus magnum

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At long last and after what felt like an eternity to him, he felt her grow limp in his grasp. Slowly and even reluctantly, Mordecai eased his grip up on her. He lingered overhead for a moment, ensuring that she would not rise to strike him like the viper she had proven to be in the past, and then paced away from her. There was a careful precision in the way he distance himself, watching his own flank but allowing her the space that he had rightfully invaded. Whether or not it would be enough, he couldn't have said, but he was certain that he would find out soon.

“I'll consider what it is that you want, but know this,” he said, beginning to reiterate his point, “if you choose to be insubordinate to me, I will chase you out of this pack. But I am also willing to put the past in the past if you are. I know you want nothing more than this pack to thrive and I am with you on that notion. But your cooperation is just as important as everyone's, not just what you have done or what you believe your worth is.” He wanted her to respect him, to contribute beyond the drive of just doing things. He wanted her to be less self-centered, but knew it was a process. It wasn't as though he anticipated her to change her personality overnight, but in all things, they were shaped through interaction and trial and error. They learned from the beginning to the end and the world was full of infinite possibilities.

Sighing to himself, Mordecai brought his gilded gaze back around on her, testing the will he attempted to have her yield to. “Work with me and you can have the things that you want. Can you do that?”