Threshold

She belonged to the pack- meaning, her purpose was to please anyone who approached her- so there would be no repercussions for what Zagan would do to her. Oh, the possibilities. Fighting the urge to sneer, the young Saxe took another daring step forward, savoring the taste of fear in the air, relishing the palpable aura of terror that settled in the small cave. In the moonlight, his irises had grown wide, glistening with a disturbing intensity- a hunger for something beyond his comprehension.

“Oh, I see.” He croons, trying to meet her gaze, but she is shaking so uncontrollably, that her head is bobbing up and down in the darkness. He took another step, and another, until he was standing in the middle of the cave, directly beneath the beams of moonlight. “Come- sit with me.” He says, commanding her forward. He waited until she started to shift before he took a seat, the moonlight illuminating his titanous frame- creating a ghastly visage of danger. Without another word, he extends his arm out, gesturing for her to come close- close enough to press herself against his chest.

"Zagan Saxe"