What is it you truly want?

Eudora released a gentle snort at his apology. "You would be a terrible Patriarch if you did not study newcomers," she replies with ease, lifting a paw to wave it off. For as much as she judged him for his study, she also understood just as much. Truthfully, she would do the same if she were in his position. The Dunamis were known for being snakes and trusting was not a particular trait they carried.

His next statement though has her lips pursing, clearly hiding a triumphant smile. Oddly, she felt at ease with Erebos. It was uncommon for her to relax in anyone's presence so quickly. Yet, he was crowned Patriarch. How could she distrust such a male? If the Elders trusted him, then so should she. "I am nothing but serious, Patriarch," she cooed in response, her pale lips flattening before curving ever so slightly to reveal a pleased expression. "I suppose it is good I arrived in the thick of it. I shall like to see how others react in your presence," Eudora nods, her eyes lingering on Erebos. She was curious to see how he performed in the ring and if he would become the victor.

When the wind shifted, she knew her pheromones shifted with it. Truly the worst thing about being a female was the inability to hide when one was or was not in season. She hums quietly, nodding confirmation to Erebos' question. It wasn't uncommon for Dunamis to be poly or the Patriarch to bed with females aside from his partner, but the idea still didn't sit well with her. Perhaps it was her own personal jealousy that prevented her from seeking out multiple partners. What was hers was hers and no one else's.

Meeting his gaze, she could see the territorial gleam in them. Her belly ignites with warmth at the look. The way he speaks, telling her that he was the sole decider of who she spent the night with flared two feelings within. One of wanting, to be ravaged by the male laid out before her, and secondly of rebellion. The audacity he held to dictate who she slept with when she wasn't his. She would like to see him try and stop her. With how the feelings warred in her chest and groin, she didn't respond right away. Allowing a pregnant pause to fall between them as she stared courageously and seductively at him.

"And what say your wife, hm? How does she feel of you dictating other female's wombs?" Eudora dared ask, her eyes glittering with stubbornness and daring.

Eudora Dunamis
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