Starved.

N/A · 07-16-2013, 10:55 AM

Luce snarled, her temper rising as this bastard dare lay claim upon her son. He was hers, he belonged to her. He was of her loins and no one else. The boy was still too young to have a choice, and Luce would not allow this. Anger and indignation burned in the depths of cerulean pools, she would give him not the satisfaction of her anger. She had power here not that slime ball of a monstrosity. She forced herself to calm, to think of her youth first. Tongue lolling from her mouth to lick her chops, she contemplated.

"He is my son. He stays with me... but I'm not opposed to moving my family. Three others, three pups that I will willingly bring. We will join your pack, all I ask is a den for my family and the protection of my pups, if you can promise me that. My claws and teeth will be at your beck and call however you may need them, do we have an accord?"

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