kiss with a fist

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There was no mistaking the feral gleam in the ebony giant's eyes. But Viseria wasn't in heat, and she'd never been much interested in breeding in the first place, so she felt little attraction towards the big Alpha. Oh, there was no denying that he was the model of genetic perfection, she wouldn't deny that. And in response to his "compliment" she would allow an appropriate amount of shyness to creep into her expression, lest he think she wasn't flattered by his attention. He was a Lord, after all -- and didn't Lords and Ladies like to be reminded of how their subjects worshiped the very ground they tread upon? "I am most grateful for your generosity, Lord," she would say in response, and Viseria was quite proud of herself for managing to keep the sarcasm from her tone. There was something to be said for being raised by the sharp, unforgiving fangs of a tyrant - one learned a good deal of self-discipline.

The male's question brought about another pause from the rogue, this one thoughtful. What was she looking for? She hadn't intended to join another pack, but she found herself growing restless with all this wandering and isolation. She was a wolf. She was bred for pack life. Perhaps it was time for her to explore her options. "Anywhere but the place I came from," she would finally reply, her tone ringing with sincerity. "If it please you, Lord, I'd like to know more about your pack." There. She'd done it. Now to wait and see if he ripped her apart the way Lilith might have. Well. He might be big, but Viseria was a scrappy thing that could chase down even the most nimble of deer - she was born for the hunt, and her stature reflected that. Kaios would have to catch her before he could tear her throat out.

Somehow that last thought wasn't very comforting.