Long Way Down

He repeated the name, the sound almost foreign in the way he said it. No fear laced within the syllables of the word, no traces of admiration or respect rooted in it. She stayed quiet, allowing him to work through what she had said. She had not given him every detail, but she had given him enough for him to start to get an idea. If he had more questions to narrow in on any specifics, she would answer them to the best of her ability. He told her she would never be forced by him or anyone in his pack, and that she would be protected from the vile desires of those who were not under his rule. The conviction in his voice left little room for doubt, but it would take more than words for her to let her guard down.

He told her to describe Kyros, and she pondered the thought for a moment. "He’s large, not quite as big as you, I think, but still very big. He’s mostly dark brown, with hints of black and white, and he has amber eyes." The description was vague, but she knew that he liked to make his presence known. If he came here, he would be easy enough to identify. ”He’s arrogant, and very prideful, if he comes, he won’t keep his identity hidden from anyone. He has a group of warriors, an inner circle that he always travels with, too. They’ve all been training for nothing but battle since they were children, and they have plenty of experience." She paused, trying to think. Her experiences with him had been primarily limited to things that happened within the den, and her knowledge of what he was capable of was limited to his boasting, which had been quite vague now that she was trying to pick out specifics. "He told he me had never been defeated before..." She was uncertain how much of this was actually helpful, but she hoped it was enough for him.

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