every rose has its thorn

She couldn’t have any idea the danger she allowed herself in with a man like this before her. Siren was an innocent babe, there was little reason for her to believe this spirit of the river would harm her. Nor could she know the things he had done before these moments together. All the young Klein princess knew was that he was showering her in compliments that she wasn’t even sure how to take. The blush lingered on her delicate features and her shy gaze shifted from his eyes, to his serrated teeth, to his paws as he crawled closer to her. His stare was intense and the humble child couldn’t keep her gaze locked with a spirit’s.

He told her what was desired of her. Just a touch, a reassurance that she existed, that she was no mirage or trick of the mind. Could spirits be fooled like that? Perhaps they could if he didn’t think her laying here at his feet was his own concoction. Caramel ears pinned to her skull and she lowered her chin, a physical manifestation of the nerves bubbling beneath her skin. The spirit of the river wished to touch her?

"As you wish.” Her voice was a soft whisper, like a melodic breath. Siren could scarcely breathe with his presence so close, his huge presence and great power. Despite being on his belly the massive man still towered above her. The girl still didn’t comprehend what a great water spirit could need or desire from a small delicate she wolf like herself. Then again she couldn’t claim to know the minds of gods or spirits.

"Speech"