PICK YOUR POISON, IGNORE YOUR PURPOSE

I'm not good at sitting still. I don't want power. And as long as one exists, he is not nothing, The Dane King turned on his heels at her voice, seeing her snuggle into the cold ground as she tried to sleep directly. After. His lips formed a snarl as he stepped back towards her. "You mean that Boiko will not be a failure?" He laughed, slowly inching his was towards her once more. "The only reason he's even allowed here is to fuel my army. He would be nothing without me holding a crown - He's not a fighter, not a commander, he can barely hold a conversation without shaking like a leaf." He grinned, once more standing over top of her.

"He will never rise above me, and should I one day fall? Skadi would more than likely rip him limb from limb if he ever attempted to swipe her rightful place as next in line." He chuckled, a devilish smile across his face as he showed no empathy or emotions. "You don't like to sit pretty, and you don't want power? Well . . . I guess you have no choice now but to sit and stay, but rest assured you will have no power." He loomed over top of her, staring to find her colorless eyes. "Here's the entertainment I was looking for, it seems you don't know when to stop running your mouth. It'll get you into trouble, slave ~ But it's almost starting to seem like you like it." He smirked at her, pulling her by her tail back up. "You didn't think it was nap time, did you? You're not done yet, and when you're done speaking to me call me by my title to you. You don't deserve my name in your mouth." He smirked before grabbing onto her violently by the hips.

Fade in, fade out . . .

He panted, sweat dripping from his fur that felt ice cold on the chill autumn air. This time he took her violently, unleashing a rage in him. He quickly regained his breath. "Are you done now, slave?" He asked, raising his head as he moved himself off of her. "Or do you wish for this to keep going? I can think of so many cruel things to do to you . . . He grinned. "None that would kill you. Break you, for sure if you should have any spirits left in you." He paced back and forth, chuckling. "Mm, I could allow my men to plow you and pup you when I'm busy or bored of you. You could be the pack w h o r e, passed around by everyone to use." He laughed, looking to her once more. "Now that would be a sight, don't you think?"

Beartooth;