Northstar Vale a grin as sharp as a knife (mtr.)

i wish to be worthy, with you, she speaks to him. 'and what am i' he desires to ask. he is nothing more than a male lion is: wears the undeserved title 'warlord' with pomp. a majestic figurehead who is nothing without the lioness he would call his own. a fierce albeit tender soul to temper his stormy rumbles of a personality as unpredictable as the sea. for all his might, melkor has always admired the reign of women.

together, is what he gleams from her words. a thrum of his heart is given, vibrating through the cage of flesh and bone that holds it captive, that restrains it within his being. then feel my stories, feel me ...as i would feel you and yours. the tundrian rasps in a baited and breathy tone.