SERPENTS KISS

Such a familiar smell was in the still air of rebirth, in the dawning of Springtime. The snow had already begun to melt. His obsidian mass would no longer bulge from the white landscape, as he sauntered about the lands nearby to the Olympian pack. A pair of shimmering topaz gems swept across the decaying winter, giving a shudder in a brief wind. His fur hadn't grown too long in this wintery landscape, being used to the warmth of sun. At his nose beat the scent into his mind. So vividly did he remember a vigorous battle. Across the landscape, jutted an ebony bitch. Her.

"Such pleasure to meet you again, Viking Queen." His voice was full of baritone, low and smoky in tone. He shook his mane of obsidian fur, his bruising having healed slightly since their encounter in battle. The hellion gave a glimmer of his eyes to the newfound queen, as he spoke once more, vibrant lyrics reverberating in his chest. "Whom made you a queen, woman of ebony?"

"Speech."