She unfolded herself from her submissive poster, and pulled herself into all thirty two inches of her height. It was hard not to smile, and a grin sneaked up past one of his fangs. Dragonette suited, small, fierce thing. He could see it in her eyes, the smallest spark, that flared when he admitted his lack of authority within the pack. Sirius was not prideful, and never shirked from admitting his stance within the pack. He wouldn’t give up his role beside Deathbelle for anything in the world.
“I am her guard, also. I was given to Her Imperial Majesty when she was a child, and we became playmates, through I am first and foremost her humble Vessel.” he explained. His heritage of height, muscle, and fangs came from his parents, he could only assume. He remembered nothing of them, except for how they were warriors who had died in the service of the Empire.
“Zee, well meet” He said, and well he would never give her the same respect he did to his masters, his deep voice was polite. “She--” he began to say, until she continued on with her sentence, and darkness pulled over him like a cloud. There it was, his weak spot. His love for Deathbelle, and the easy way in which this wolf bantered about grooming her, of touching her in a way that was prohibited. He growled low and menacing, turning his full gaze upon her, parting his lips and raising his fangs ever so slightly. He seemed now to tower over her, when he had not before. “That’s Her Imperial Majesty you speak of” he reminded Zee softly.
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