Neverwinter Forest free and holy torn

He watched as she swallowed uncomfortably, shaking her head in a feeble attempt to convince him. It did not work - it would not work. Aries eyed her, perhaps hungrily, but kept his place and allowed no emotion to cross over his expression. Only a cold, harsh stare. "Lost?" His head quirked to the side, masking the grin that threatened to spill across his rugged features. "Well... perhaps you can stay with me, then, until we find your friends again?" A fair deal, he thought, if you believed the implication that he would aid her in reuniting with her supposed pack; he wouldn't, only a fool would think otherwise.

The Svartell couldn't wait to push his weight against her own, watch as she stumbled and whined, only for him to sink his teeth into her flesh and observe as she wriggled pathetically away. They were always so scared, and rightfully so.