Under the Cypress Trees
08-23-2013, 03:45 PM
His nose failed to meet her shoulder, and instead of being granted respect, she turned on him. Teeth bared, growl rumbled, and her hair stood on end as he inched closer, but with this reaction, he pulled his head away. He might have wanted her, but he wasn't stupid enough to let this mutt ruin his devilish looks. She drew inches away from him, and he did not follow- instead jaws parted, lips curled, and a thunderous roar broke the silence around them. How dare she be so defiant? No one defied a king, not even a whore. "Foolish girl, you dare defy a king?" His words were almost masked by the low growl that bubbled within his chest. Perro est?pido, arder?s para mi touch, me asegurar? de. (Stupid mutt, you will burn for my touch, I will make sure of it.) He muttered in the tongue she did not understand. How could she already not desire him? He was a rarity, he was a king. "Speech." |