The Dread sucked air from between his teeth at his new mates tease to the other men of the pack. If she wanted to see a fight, he'd gladly give it to her. Blood would spill for any who dared. Once he and his starlit beauty came to a stop at the den, he asked her of the strand that connected them. ”Pft, how would I know?” He sighed, giving his nod before he began to tell her about the lands and himself. ”You sound like a brain dead soldier. Men take as many women as we want. We lay claim to them by pupping them.” He stared at her as she mocked him. No woman had dared to stand up to him like that, it set him back for a moment. Her laugh amused him, his head tilting. ”As much as I love the idea of a little fun time, I’m not easily going to submit to you. And as for that releasing a claim bullshit, you released that pregnant lass during the meeting just because you felt like it, and that she was not of use to you anymore. I refuse to be treated as such an object! Although I am here in Tarben under no volition of my own, I am still royalty. Also, Beartooth said I could not be harmed. So tell me, what would you do if I just…ran off?”
A grin pulled at his lips, the usually proud soldier of Tarben found himself intrigued by this Hawthorne Princess. "Our ways are strange to the daughter of a bloodthirsty Undead Queen and King? How interesting." He teased back. "Should you choose to attempt to run, well . . . I enjoy a chase - And I doubt you can outrun me." He said with a chuckle. "You are not an object, you are a woman. Women are widely respected here, while we can lay claim, if another challenges for your hand and we battle - You are the one who chooses your victor who lays with you." He said with a shrug, he didn't quite think it was fair that a woman got to choose. Should she have strong feelings for another who could not fight well, she'd likely choose the loser. "While you may be royalty, Princess, you were also considered a prisoner. Under Beartooths rule, prisoners are not usually put up for claim. However, being you're not in a cage and you're allowed to freely roam the packs lands, I think this is a much better option. Not only are you protected, but you're able to have shelter. A cage made of ice on a frozen lake doesn't allow much shelter from elements."
He strained his head, watching her face and her emotions as she sighed. "Oh who am I kidding. My name is Lahmer. It’s nice to meet you, Balerion. What…what do you make of this strand?” He smiled, giving a nod to her as she introduced herself. Lahmer . . . He quite liked the name. Even more so, he liked the feeling he had with her. She was more to him than just a pretty face, he genuinely felt drawn to her. Attached. Not like some lay and claim like Guinevere, though it was fun, exciting and reckless. As he opened his maw to speak but quickly shut it as he heard her next words. ”It surely affected your feelings towards that female you pupped, and furthermore, caused you to choose me.” He nodded, looking to the ground for a moment to collect himself before looking back to her. "The pleasure is mine, Princess. The string is rumored to be a soulmate tie. Soraya had mentioned it to me before, our old prisoner was once tied to another but Beartooth wished to intervene. He fights for what he wants, he became victorious and took what he wanted." He gave a soft sigh, rolling his weight onto his right shoulder. "As for Guinevere. That was my first claim, my only until you. It was senseless, and pointless at the time. I suppose just to get it out of my system - Though I'd love to be the one who conquers you tonight." He grinned at her. "She's not the nicest or the most affectionate. Once I saw the tie that connected me to you, I know you were all I needed."
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"Burn me for eternity."
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