cool spring evening, cast it's auburn shadows against her small frame her sihlouute between the trees, as she rested on her haunches on the hill, over-looking the forest that she called home. Her golden eyes studied the land, wondering what members of Glaciem found themselves doing. The new kings rule fascinated her, making her wonder what his plans for the lands were. A sigh would escape her tiny frame as she listened to the gentle breeze that blew through the trees. Where was her new "king" tonight? What changes would his rule bring? Speech...

The woman had been one to note, her diminutive frame that of size he had rarely seen. Though she would not make a warrior, and her children may not have been of threatening size, the delicate femora was still a rare delicacy. It seemed her skills had lied within healing, so perhaps she would assist with the delivery of his future babes? Proud smirk would weave cherry features, the angel waltzing with no less elegance than was to be expected. ?A residence to be conceited, yes my darling?? ruby gaze wandered the tiny curves of her seated bodice, colossal frame meandering barely a metre from her own.

As if he had heard her conscious thought, her questioning internally of his location he appeared. The massive creature towered over him, his size was impressive- though it intimidated her, she refused to let it show. His words, interested her, and she turned, her delicate fea features taking his handsome features. Stranger things had been articulated to her, and this phrase puzzled her slightly. Jaws parted, as she back over the landscape, her body warm at his closeness, though she forced herself to be indifferent. ?It would appear so.? The words were simple conversation not to be wasted on the lands around. ?What brings you out here, Isardis?? She would ask casually, wondering if the king had followed her out here, seeking personal conversation or if this was just a happening chance. speech here

He would puzzle lightly over her peculiar question, considering it to be one of poor thought; this was his home, his kingdom, no? Extended tail would bat at pale hocks, shoulders swaying lightly as a brazen leer would flutter coral features, ?My duties,? a faint purr would rattle the chasms of his voice-box, crawling his airways a low chuckle would conclude his speech, ?And you, my dear, are one of them.? A pallid paw would reach forth, so effortlessly closing the distance between them, salmon tongue reaching for the mottled pleasantries of her pelt, though falling just short and returning to safety behind hinged jaws.

Isardis was an interesting king, his approach to things, from what little she gathered at the meeting he had called was interesting at best. She couldn?t decide, why she had pledged herself to him, as she seemed so very different from the others who also pledged to his service. His words brought a spark of defiance to her golden orbs, as she looked across the land, refusing to look at her king to fight the shivers that would over-take her. The space closed between them, and instantly her heart began to race, she wanted to lean into the king, and her mind fought it with every inkling of self-respect she had. ?I am merely your duty then?? Her words would come from her jaws, a hoarse whisper cutting into the night air. Why did it bother her so? To be considered a ?duty?. Why did it cut so deep? Drawing her tail around herself, she fought a shiver that had nothing to do with the warm night, but rather his closeness. His scent, filled her nose, it was intriguing, and it drew her. She had to fight that instinctual side, the side that wanted to curl up against him. Muscles tensed, and a sigh escaped her as she struggled to lean away indiscreetly. Speech...

She would avoid his gaze as if somehow it would pain her, smolder her. His pride would twitch with the realisation, growing within his chest as he came to discover the mental and emotional power he could potentially hold over the minuscule woman; his skin tingling with twisted pleasure. Her words would writhe with emotion, perhaps a sadness brewing within delicate syllables, coiling her tongue and threatening to damper his core. Had the angel been anybody else, of course. Though the pleasantries of her emotion were only enough to further emphasise the leer that grew upon his coral lips, extended tail flying about his hocks aimlessly as he would ponder silently his reply, ?Perhaps. Though it is hardly something ?mere?, I take my duties very seriously my pretty fae; it is they that give me purpose,? he would pause for a few moments, a half-hearted cackle bubbling behind closed jaws, ?And your duties to me, that also give you purpose.? A daring paw would reach once again for her confinement, nostrils quivering with a rising ecstasy as he sought the bristles of her nape with eager, cherry lips.

The tension was growing, for the small dame, the electricity crackling through the air was very nearly visible to her. Her kings scent, overwhelmed her, her small frame quivering in the intoxicating but delighting smell. When he would speak, she would finally chance the look at him, chance looking into his eyes, sure that she could stay in control of the instincts that plagued to over-throw her mentality. Thank God her heat wasn?t until, autumn, she would take care to stay away from him then, if she didn?t seek him out to satisfy her needs. She would lean into his touch to her nape, before she slowly turned around her golden orbs nearly flashing with defiance. This close to her king, she felt almost intimidated by the sheer power he seemed to have over her. Just a breath away from his jaws, she would speak, her voice light. ?And my duty, I shall perform?? Her voice would nearly be a whisper, as he looked up at her king. Defiance forced her to look at him, look him in the eyes, as she spoke. It made her stand her ground, rather than run cowardly. It empowered her, and terrified her, the same emotions making it impossible to stay this close, feeling the tips of her fur brush his, but compelling her to move closer. To take it in, Shit, What had she gotten herself into? Speech,

Her gaze would crawl, though somewhat reluctantly, seeking the whirling depths of his own ruby spheres. A burning sense of rebelliousness would twirl vigorously about her pupils, she felt no fear beneath his presence, though there was no denying she were drawn to him; as her gradual weight shift would so boldly suggest. He sought the powerful natures of demoness? to engorge his higher ranks, though this little russet was but a Curer, how did he feel about her might with such a feeble title? Hell, it could only make him proud, feed his self-worth. His kingdom was not for the weak, and although Isardis bathed beneath the reminders of his supremacy, he was still able to appreciate the woman?s mental vigor. Her voice would usher forth with caution, though boldness still mingling her syllables. A light chuckle rolled pale lips, ?I would hope for nothing less, the health of our kingdom rests upon your shoulders, little Curer,? she would lean for his touch, and simultaneously incisors would bare, searching for her skin, attempting to groom the woman whilst still suggesting mild dominance, ?And a great kingdom, it will become.?

His closeness, his being, it was intoxicating, it clouded her mind, and made it hard to think. She loved it. She hated it. The feelings and emotions were crowded, complicated. His scent was attractive, his whole being attractive, and the feel of his teeth grooming her, as he spoke was pure ecstasy. God, she loved it, adored, he needn't stop. She would lean into his touch, and at the same time mentally scold herself for acting like a befuddled pup, acting twitter-pated. "I have no doubts in my abilities to care for the pack, nor yours to make it great, my lord."Her word would be a whisper, golden orbs searching for his, the confidence she felt in her position evident and the lust she felt for him growing. Her heat would come in the fall, and she contemplated how she would have to stay far form him, lest her hormones rage and take her over. Phyiscally pulling herself away, from him, though her body screamed not too, she took a couple steps away, peering at the valley below them, and spoke again. "It's an interesting collection of wolves you've drawn here..." She said, thinking back to each wolf she had watched pledge their loyalty to him. Stepping away from him nearly burned, she burned with desire for him, wanted to go back the moment she stepped away. Wanted him. Wanted Isardis. Speech...