"You will not touch her, because she belongs to me." Venomous lyrics would be followed by a thunderous snarl as the man would slither onto the scene. He had a feeling this white dame would get herself into trouble, and of course, she had picked glaciem to start with. Ears pinned tightly against his skull as his lips curled above his striking fangs, saliva dripping from the ends of his canines. Ghostly gaze set upon the woman who was attempting to claim his lady, eyes narrowing as his muscles tensed impatiently beneath his pelt. He was already prepared to fight her.
His mind would flash back to the battlefield, reminiscing the moment he had saved the Glaciem bitch from the horse despite their broken ties. He made a bold decision deciding to assist her that day, and she had her king to blame for that. If it wasn't for his good heart, she would have been trampled beneath enemy hooves and her father would have had to shovel up the mess. "If you chose to fight, and she does not win her freedom, I will make sure your victory is short lived." Not necessarily a threat, but a warning. If she wanted her she would have to challenge for her, and even if Chill did not win, Kusugra would make her regret she even considered it. He was used to maiming mutts for pleasure, how much would he love it when important matters were on the line?
