Wraiths and Shadows

He looked back at her, frowning heavily as she spoke. Confusion in her tones. He had laid out the rules and expectations clearly for her. What was so difficult to grasp? if you want to be the one to do the breaking… he slowed his steps, shocked. And surprise at the shock he felt. She saw him as a villain - because that was exactly what he had shown her. So why did it surprise him so much to think she believed he brought slaves to break them? That wasn’t him. That had not been him since the original Ashen Empire had owned him.

He had sworn. Promised himself. He would not be them. A slave wasn’t to be recklessly abused. They were to be taught, and driven, until they rose up by their own volition. He saw the tears in her eyes, and gritted his teeth. “Shit.” He snarled. Closing the distance between them. He raised a paw again, and then dropped it. Confused. “I want to hate you, wolf. I want to hate you so bad it burns in my veins. Why won't you let me hate you?” he snarled at her. Bearing teeth as he spoke. “I don’t buy slaves to break them. I buy slaves to build them up. To teach them, and let them grow. But my wife is dead. And you, you broken, whimpering creature get to live. how is that fair!” He was yelling at her now. Losing control.

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