crossing lines

Roan observed the young man closely, thus far he had little experience with the ruling class of Ashen. He was just a simple soldier, a grunt under Sirius’s paw. He owed the man a year of his life at the very least. Though Roan had no reason to leave them when the time was up. He was going to marry Iolaire, and she had no plan on abandoning her adopted brother. Roan wouldn’t think to either. So in the long and the short of it Roan owed his allegiance to the boy. He wasn’t sure if the young Klein wished to have company or not, he certainly didn’t seem to. Roan was curious how the young man would react if he pushed him. Nothing too serious, he had no intention of causing real trouble.

The boy seemed proud, if not rather cold as his similar forest green eyes turned towards him. He was young, but held himself tall. Roan was undoubtedly heavier, but the silver marked titan had always been an impressive weight. The young prince answered with a hint of animosity, though Roan took it far from personal. Such a young wolf, surely he had plenty of aggression to get out. Roan tried to hide the amused grin that played on his features as he pushed his luck further and took a couple of tentative steps closer.

”Nothing.” He answered simply, feeling the hackles on his back begin to rise as his verdant gaze sharpened. ”You seem.. restless.” Roan took one more step forward, testing the boy and pushing him. Roan realized that he wanted a reaction, he wanted the young prince to explode and come at him. The green eyed warrior narrowed his gaze and lifted his lips menacingly, a silent invitation. This would be fun.

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