Let's Get To Know Each Other

Scylla was… a peculiar being. She carried herself with a whimsical disregard for how the world perceived her. It was unique and dangerous. Nero knew better than most that the world as a whole liked to try to destroy things that were unique and different from its norms. Scylla fit that bill. He fit that bill. The diminutive striped fae spoke of herself, describing the way she saw herself. Nero could only respond with a rumbling hum. "I can’t say I’ve been bored around you, that is true. Your beasts show your creativity. As for your looks…" The arctic behemoth’s good eyes slid down the Sovereign’s svelte form, appraising her. "Your sire and dam had good genes." Nero was a primal beast; he viewed everything from the point of nature and instinct. Scylla had been well bred by whomever had sired and birthed her, of that there was no question.

The pair of Obscuran wolves settled in beneath the shade of a large mangrove tree, the soft loamy earth nice and cool against Nero’s belly. He’d definitely have to wash some of the damp earth from his white coat after, but he didn’t mind. Nero liked the water and keeping himself bathed and groomed. While they relaxed, Scylla sprawled out on her belly and Nero keeping a passive glance up around them to make sure they were safe, she began to ask him questions about his life before his enthrallment. Nero gave a soft scoff under his breath, a sardonic smirk pulling up one side of his lips as he focused his attention back on his alphess.

"There wasn’t much to leave behind. My kind don’t exist in packs as large as yours do. We live in smaller clans, usually just blood families. My family is all but extinct." As he explained his species’ dynamics, Nero rolled onto his side so he could use a claw to sketch some crude drawings in the dirt. A group of five wolves. "My clan was my sire and mother, my brother and sister, and myself. We lived in a tundra far from here. We were the apex predators of our domain. But when you’re on the top of the food chain for so long, eventually others come along wanting to kill you and take your place." Nero scratched out two of the wolves. "My sire and dam were killed, and my brother was injured by invading predators. Bears, tigers… wolves. They all wanted to kill us. What better way to prove your strength and stake your claim than to fell an ancient dire wolf?"

With a soft sigh, Nero wiped his paw across the drawings, erasing them back into the dirt. The look on his face was impassive, but there was no pain or regret in his expression—just bitter acceptance. "My siblings and I went our separate ways. I haven’t seen them since. They could both be dead for all I know. I could be the last of our kind." Nero’s aurelian gaze lifted to meet Scylla’s once more, a grimly sly smirking his muzzle. "No wives. None have been able to handle me enough to be my mate. There have been conquests, but they couldn’t keep up with me. The ones that were foolhardy enough to try and bear my offspring all perished, either midterm or during birth. No pup I’ve sired has ever survived birth. Their mothers were all too weak and so were their offspring." Nero uttered a grim chuckle and laid on his side sprawled out across the cool earth, grinning at Scylla from where he lay. "Which is why I find your desire for my genes so humorous. It’s a death sentence that you willfully ask for. Any children I plant in your belly would surely kill you outright."

Now it was his turn to ask Scylla about herself. Keeping his golden gaze on her, Nero asked, "And what of yourself, Scylla Klein? How did you get to be alpha of a pack? I know Obscura is full of your family, yet you have no mate here. I assume no children either?"

"Scylla & Nero"