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I am the conquerer, get out of my waY



he listened to her, as hard it was. giving her a moment to speak her peace before he finally did reply with furrowed brows. "Érebos." he corrected her with an assertive, cutting voice after hearing the pet name she gave him prior. his ears erected forward as his tail whipped to the right; the disdain evident in his dual toned gaze that pressed on her with much weight, never leaving her dreary face. "I do not dwell on you." the man spoke with a baritone voice, his eyes firm and unwavering as the female began to cry. he nearly walked away until she spoke on about her own aspirations. a pack? since when did she care about sovereignty and power? his gaze shot to the left as he discerned her words, dissecting what she really meant. could it be? a woman still in love with him?

if only she hadn't royally fucked it up- for the seat he offered identification had eroded long ago the moment she tried to make him bleed.. why not even a friendship was available to her. he made away with her, as he did with widow. picking up the pieces these lesser women left him. fixing their messes and cleaning the things they decided to destroy and for what? he never understood their motives. not widow's, not fic's. a shame it all was. their emotionality was diseased, defected and inept. a worthlessness that provided Érebos nothing these days. so as even while her tears fell, Érebos felt emotionless. "If you've no belief in yourself, let alone the right to say you are wise-, then do not try for pack. some wolves are meant to be commoners." his fangs clicked slightly, his glare unfriendly. "I forgive you Identification." he said so, in a sense lying but she deserved not to be targeted by the dunamis clan. a mere damsel who didn't understand the weight of their actions- he ultimately pardoned her, hoping she'd improve for herself lest she attack the wrong brute next time. "Are we done here?" he had other things to attend to.



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