Let's Get To Know Each Other

Scylla's response to his concern about her sexual slaughter was the opposite of reassuring, but Nero hadn't exactly been intimidated by the little fae either. He knew she was dangerous, but if the Old Gods saw fit to end his life between the thighs of Scylla Klein, then so be it. At least he'd die with a grin on his face. Whatever that brute had done to offend her before must have been some heinous crime against her. The more Scylla described her sordid murder, the more Nero's brow raised over eyes of gold. Before she'd hit adulthood? Scylla had clearly been quite a promiscuous yearling. The mental image of her riding this much older brute to his doom... well, it did things to him. Arousing thing. Scylla was morbidly proud of her past it seemed, judging by her playful reactions. Nero was not one to judge. He found Scylla's dark history and macabre personality to be endearing. It was all so quintessentially and unapologetically Scylla.

"My my, isn't that an enticing mental image," he remarked with a grim chuckle that rumbled deep in his broad chest. An unabashed grin made itself at home on the ancient dire's lips. He couldn't care less what others thought of his proclivities and turn ons, but Scylla embraced them all with good humor. He wasn't concerned with scaring her off. As if to prove that point, Scylla scooted her tiny frame closer to his own, her dexterous paw playing idly with his rough paw pads. She seemed surprised by his question, asserting that she didn't just want him to give her powerful children. She wanted to see what he was made of, what he would make of himself in Obscura. She wanted him ranked highly in her pack. She wanted him to stay. Nero held Scylla's gaze, molten pools of gold smoldering into ice and obsidian. He was beholden to her, but she wanted more than a debt to bind them. Nero... hadn't been expecting that.

A low, pensive hum rumbled in the massive brute's throat while he considered her words. His gaze dipped, lowering to where their paws were touching. Watching the way her digits played around with his. So small, so dainty, and yet so powerful and confident. She was not afraid of him. She actively wanted a future with him playing a part in it. What that part was remained to be seen, but she wanted it. Wanted him. "What I'm made of..." he murmured in husky tones, repeating her words. His gaze lifted to lock with her mismatched eyes once more. "If you are challenging me, Scylla Klein, then you'll find I'm highly competitive." A wry smirk crossed the arctic behemoth's lips, eyes flashing with a playful energy while his own dexterous digits began to flex and caress over the striped fae's soft paw pads in turn. "And how will the potential future mother of my children show me what she's made of?" He was teasing her, playing with her, goading her to see what she might do to seduce a creature of the Old Blood.

"Scylla & Nero"