Flames of Power

She watched him intently, his motions and body. He was lethal, that much she could tell from the rolling muscles and wisps-of-death voice. Her pupils dilated as he looked her way, her ashen tail waving slowly as he spoke. She could think of a few reasons to summon lesser creatures, most of them for meals. Rather than speak, she waited, feeling Corvus shift nervously on her back. It had been a long time since he had been in a gathering of wolves that was more than two. The male spoke to her, looking her in the eye as he did. His words pleased her, though his thick accent made them hard to fully understand. Sensing the danger of him, Vianni felt the hair along her spine raise in response. A sizzling tingle swept down her body, but she held herself in check, her eyes noting every change to his face, every minute muscle movement. The smile she gave him was more a show of teeth and she felt her muscles stiffen stubbornly. "Death kisses anything that it comes in contact with. The darkness embraces only a few."

The bird on her back inched away from the dark male, his presence clearly bothering the avian. Vianni was not afraid, however, but excited. This male was one that showed promise, one she would have to keep an eye on. She met his gaze fearlessly, her chin raising slightly in a gesture of self-confidence. pale rose met the magma of his eyes, and it was here that she searched him. He was a cold being, while his eyes boasted a warm color, they were soulless. His voice was smoke and brimstone, Hell calling her home. Practically dripping with dominance, Vianni felt the need to challenge him, to see if he truly was worth bowing to. Royalty often didn't submit just because someone wanted them to. Flashes of the male fighting her dance through her head, each one more exciting than the last. She does not act, does not respond more than the raising of hackles and a show of teeth hidden by a smile. Every nerve is alive, but she remains controlled...barely.