Thy Kingdom Come

// The sensation of having a wolf willing to submit, to even show him affection in return was an odd one, but satisfying nonetheless. The female beneath him nuzzled into his neck and dared to lick his chin, though for the first time in his life, Reaper chose not to react in a violent manner. As she nipped gently at his ear, Reaper growled softly in response and nibbled over the bridge of her muzzle. It was alien to him to have another groom or care for him at all, and the fact that Chroma was fearless enough to reach out and touch him at all furthered his belief that she was sent to him. My sweet master, she cooed into his ear, earning a raising of one eyebrow as he looked down at her. I am not sweet, Chroma. Beware of the beast who marries you this day, I am not known for my kindness. It was the most he had spoken to anyone, and the gentlest warning he had ever given. Reaper shuffled himself to curl around her form, tucking her tight against him as they lay on the freezing beach. To be honest, he hadn't felt the cold since she walked onto the sands. The whole world had disappeared, dwindling down until he saw only her. His obsession, his prize.

Reaper speaks, Your words, Walk, Think, Salem talks,