Let them see our Fire

The ambitious but loyal titan woukd make his way to the Expresses den. He would find her with blood on her fangs from her recent kill, but voice soft as she invited him to talk. He stepped into the den, bowing again in an elegant motion before settling in across from her.

His childhood friend, the first wolf to ever claim his heart and the holder of his absolute loyalty. She looked fierce, lounging in her den like a waiting predator, blood against her lips and across the tips of her unnaturally sharp claws. She looked like a wolf that could hold a nation, despite the deceptive delicatcy of her supple body.

"Deathbelle" he said her name, letting it rolly gently from his tongue. Once he had called her little princess, but she was no longer a few steps from a throne. Instead she held it, and with it the loyalty of her people. She had come so far from the wounded battle princess that had fled the Ashen Empire. He wished he did not love her.

"I have been doing some thinking. The ashen empire is only one pack, two lands beneath its paws. Beneath your paws. There was an idea, not too long ago, that the pack could branch out. I think upon that idea now. Imagine, my Empress, two nations ruled by you, with a leader, a praetor to act out your wishes. The Ashen Empire would become twice as strong, and would be the start of an expansion. Perhaps, only the first expansion." He mused, eyeing the ambitious woman with a soft smile.