The Scarred and The Royal

Question me? All of your doubt feeds my desire.

Few had the ability to spark such rage within her. He knew exactly what he was doing, she was sure of it. She had not noticed until midway through that his eyes had begun to wander. He blinked out of sync with a dulled-expression and not so much as a hint of fear, anger, or pain. He craned his head away and she stretched up to force him to look at her. Whatever planet he was on, it certainly was not earth. She thought to slap him across the face as he had done to her, but then he decided to be a smart-ass and do exactly what she told him not to do. He brought his muzzle down to look her in the eyes. The sensation of something cold and wet purposefully pressed against her nose. That time she did not give him the opportunity to react. Her eyes narrowed and like the flip of a switch, she flew back into a fit of rage. A mixture of snarl and a bark slipped from her maw as she sank her teeth into his nose. It was a very unladylike noise to be coming from her mouth and one she never expected herself to make. Unlike the last bite, she did not let go immediately. Nox dug her teeth in deep, instinctively jabbing a paw into his chest as she tried to steady herself. Her claws got tangled in his black coat and she yanked them free along with strands of his fur. The embers in her eyes were saturated with fury. They sparked with something uncontrollable. In most instances, she felt regret for letting herself get that upset, but she had warned him. Much to her surprise though, he did not give the reaction she wanted. No, his response was rather plain and very expectant of him despite being a surprise to her. After a few seconds, the taste of blood on her tongue became too unpalpable and she let go, spitting a mixture of blood and saliva in his direction.

It took time to regain control over herself again. Nox was not sure if he did not fight because he did not see her as a threat or because he liked punishment. For all she knew, he had some sort of kink. She panted heavily; tongue half-hanging out her mouth. What happened was not at all what she expected. There was little if any sort of reaction and overall sense of just indifference. It was clear then that there was something off with him. Of course, she had known that from the start but… “There is something seriously wrong with you,” Nox muttered, irritation clear on her face. The silence on his part was a nice change but just when she got used to not hearing his voice, he opened his mouth again. Nothing she said or did seemed to faze him and that alone irked her. “Gods, you are unbearable.” There was nothing else she could use to describe him. He liked to push buttons and he was good at it too. She looked him up and down and wrinkled her nose. "Look at you not being a depressing pup. The fire has returned to those orange eyes.” “Stop acting like your plan was to make me feel better because I highly doubt that was the case.”She shuffled away from him, suddenly craving that distance. He had been far too close for comfort and she would proceed to scrub the taste of him from her tongue after it was over. Nothing he did made any sense. Talking to him was becoming very exhausting. “What do you want? A treat? Congrats, you pissed me off.” She snapped, tossing a vicious look over her shoulder. “Besides, you said you don’t care either, both for me and for what I have to say. So, why, are you still here and talking to me?” If he did not get the hint by then she made it perfectly clear with her next words. How many times was she going to have to repeat herself? “Go the fuck away, you cold-blooded reptilian. I want nothing to do with you and you want nothing to do with me, so do us both a favor begone.” He was right though, she was not depressed anymore, just tired and irritated. She could have walked away, sure, but she was too stubborn for her own good.

I'm gonna make my own empire.