With all the force of a great typhoon

The Warlord held his stance across from her. Giving her a chance to look him over and attempt to mirror it in herself. He watched as she spread out her weight, and he could instantly see how uncomfortable it made her. Good. pushing her out of her comfort zone was a good thing. She made an attempt to flex her claws. It was clear she would be able to do it with her maimed paw. That was okay, he couldn’t ask for any better there.

Once she was in her stance, he straightened his own and made his way over to her. He walked from one side to the other, moving in front of her face as he studied her stance. Wordlessly, he nudged her back paw with his own, forcing her to spread it a little further until he was happy with it. “Good. Now, flare your…” he looked at her rear end, and docked tail. For a moment, he was completely thrown off course, and his expression darkened. “This… This was to make it easier to control you, wasn’t it?” He said darkly. He remembered that feeling that had first overcame him when he had seen her injuries, and it wasn’t rage. But that was before she had become his. Before he’d allowed some measure of forgiveness to enter their relationship.


"Sirius Fatalis"