Fire burn, and cauldron bubble

The titan was not so stupid as to risk the fight without favor of the spirits on his side. Her words weren't completely needed but they help to soothe what is riled inside him. He does not have favor yet.

He gives but a dip of his head and a slow blink of his eyes. They settle upon her skeletal form. "It's not forgotten just yet, but the battle shall come, unless a compromise is made. Either he concedes or i do but neither will." He was unaware that a mere land away sat Hannibal with his empire being built with impure children as his heirs. had he known he might storm the den and dispose of such imperfections upon their name.

She speaks once more and he allows her her freedom for now. One day though her womb will call to him, the spirits will tell her who the true heir is and she will become seeded by him. His spawn from her would be the greatest, power and magic combined to create a godlike litter that would not be contested in power.

She moves and he watches, her skeleton barely visible, but he knew that already didn't he. He had felt it in her skin as he held her, like a lover would hold her. He onders when the last time she touched meat was. Likely when he last held her down and forced her with threats of her ears and eyes. He had even chewed the meat and pressed her mouth closed until she swallowed it. It was harsh of him but effective in keeping her alive.

He moved, laying before her in a relaxed yet somehow still battle-ready way. She asked for his paw, and it was offered with the pad up. He knows, he trusts her. Very few are granted the trust she is. She would always do well to remember this and to not exploit it. His eyes watch her. His tail twitches as he stays silent for her to read his pad like she does. Eager to know what she sees there. He believes her completely in her power to hear and see.

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