REAPER OF YOUR DREAMS

He sees his sister's body language change as his anger seeps to the surface, and he takes a moment to internally calm himself. A hefty sigh slips from his lips, but the intense expression on his face does not fade as he glares at his sister. How could she taint their superior bloodline with worthless scum... he thought she knew better. "Better be more... careful... next time." He scolds his sister as he attempts to take another step toward her, hoping to make the distance between them a mere 3 feet. She speaks again, obviously trying to change the subject. A humorless chuckle vibrates from within his throat before he replies. "Arcanum, I know a few wolves there, and its queen..." A pause. "...is very fond of me." His lips  morph from an angry sneer to a devilish smirk. How could the queen not fancy him? He is a tyrant, a god among mortals sent to heed hades' wishes! "And you, sister? What pack has taken you under its wing?" Yes, tell me dear sister. If Neios knew what pack she was in he would have an idea on who the father of her pups was. He didn't doubt that they shared a pack together, who else would have easy access to her while in heat?




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