The Thunder Rolls

A small smile formed on his muzzle as she whispered that one word, her rank that she desired. He knew that it would only be a matter of time before this came, she was an ambitious one and it was one of the reasons that he admired her. The woman circled him and he kept his golden gaze on her, never leaving her as she came to a stop before him once more. There was a foot between the two, the only thing separating them from standing chest to chest. "Ladies first." He cooed softly, winking at her at his own shoulders squared. It was her challenge, and he would allow her the first move. The storm raged on above them as Bass pulled his lips back into a snarl, allowing the beating of the thunder and lightening to quicken the pace of his heart. He pulled himself into a battle position, ready for this woman to show him what she was really made of. Nothing would be held back in this fight, and he knew it. The young man was ready, more than ever, to allow Venus to prove herself to not only him, but all of Abaven. He was sure that after this, they would have a Naharar. There was no one else in his pack that he wished to see hold this rank, and was pleased that she had called him here today.

OOC: Can we agree to no defaults? I will try to post as soon as I can so that you're not waiting, but I can't promise that it will be in three days time. I will try my best though

"Speech"
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