Let's Get To Know Each Other

Nero thought a bit before answering, the he delivered a compliment about her family's good genes. The small woman laughed softly, pure amusement and pride on her pretty little face. "Didn't they though?" Scylla gave her shoulders a slight wiggle. "The whole Klein family is rather attractive if I do say so myself." They were definitely lookers, her kin.

As Nero continued to speak, sharing his story with her, Scylla's expression shifted from one of humor to one of seriousness. She listened intently, eyes dropping to look at the drawing in the dirt. His family, scattered to the winds like leaves. As if knowing what she'd been thinking, the giant brute swiped his paw over the drawing, smudging it beyond recognition. She didn't move to touch him, that would indicate some feeling of pity, and she didn't pity him. Scylla admired him for persevering and overcoming the hardships in his life. Though unfortunate that the world had done him so dirty, he had clearly come out stronger because of it.

The conversation shifted to mates and the hint of amusement filtered back into Scylla's gaze. She listened, one brow lifted as Nero regaled her of his past conquests. He'd had women and he'd planted his seed within them. None had lived to bear his children and he was sure that she wouldn't either. The Sovereign huffed softly and shrugged. "Let me worry about that." There was no doubt in her mind that the pregnancy would be difficult, but having gone through pregnancy before, Scylla felt as though her body would be able to handle it better than one who had never given birth. If she died, then it was meant to be. If she lived, then it would prove to Nero that she was stronger than the bitches that he'd had before.

Now it was her turn to answer questions and Scylla shifted onto her own side to watch the ancient dire in turn. He questioned her about her pack, her lack of mate, and his doubt that she had children. A little chortle pulled from the cobalt and cream fae. "I won my pack in a drunken battle. The former alpha was too confident in his abilities and bet his entire pack on his skill. Not very smart." It hadn't been an even trade either. He bet his pack and all Scylla had bet was joining if she lost. Dummy.

"As for a mate, no. I'm still unclaimed." Blue and grey eyes met the amber gaze of the behemoth beside her. "Like you, I'm difficult to handle." In different ways, of course, but the statement stood. Scylla was strange. She was independent. She didn't need a man and most males didn't seem to know how to deal with that. Aside from this, only one had ever caught her eye as a potential mate and everyone knew how that turned out.

"My blood is indeed out in the world, but I don't claim the pups as mine. I was a surrogate for a pair that weren't able to reproduce on their own. A favor for one that I held in high regard." A dexterous paw moved down to slide along her slim, svelte belly. "You can barely tell, eh?"

"Scylla & Nero"