Lahmer’s ears picked up on Balerion sucking the air through his teeth as she flirted with other men before heading off from the meeting. She could not help but smirk to herself. Balerion had asked about the pink strand, and immediately, she went into her defensive state, even mocking the dracarae boy as she talked about Tarben’s rules. His head tilted as she laughed before she spoke about her opinion with the claiming rules and taunting. Lahmer’s crimson eyes saw as a grin crossed his maw before he took his turn to speak. ”Our ways are strange to the daughter of a bloodthirsty Undead Queen and King? How interesting.” Lahmer rolled her eyes, but he did have a point. Lahmer herself did not gain the vampirism, nor really wanted to. He continued. ”Should you attempt to run, well…I enjoy a chase – and I doubt you can outrun me.” She quickly retorted back. ”Pft, you honestly think? Maybe by using your wings you’d do it. Without your wings…I’d outspeed you easily.”

The dane dragon male continued to speak after their tease, this time more serious. "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.” That did not make much sense to her…why not just let women have the right to choose their mate from the beginning? Why was Lahmer stuck with this Balerion and bear his pups until someone decided to fight for her? She grumbled, but there was a small part of her that knew that she did not mean that. Lahmer refused to believe that part of her body had a natural pull to this feisty dragon winged male. Balerion had continued to speak. ”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." Her crimson eyes after this showed confusion, but then it slowly resolved as she realized that she did have it better off. Surely that had to be because of her standing in Hawthorne. Her royal blood.

This was when she let emotions show, her frustration for a minute before introducing herself and asking what he made of the strand, bringing in a snarky comment about the last ess that he was with and gave up at the meeting. There was a moment of silence after Balerion had nodded at her final comment. He then spoke. "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." She cocked her head as he shifted his weight onto his other shoulder. This soulmate tie was what was making her feel this weird sense of attachment to this boy. She wanted soooo badly to break it then and there, but that damned urge to just get with him was too strong. He continued to speak. "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."

Her crimson eyes widened with his last comment and the grin that spread on his face. She cleared her throat, trying to compose herself as he spoke again. ”She’s not the nicest or the most affectionate. Once I saw the tie that connected me to you, I knew you were all I needed.” As much as that was cheesy, a part of Lahmer liked the sound of that, and if Lahmer had not been given a pelt of night stars, Bal would easily see the flushing to her cheeks. She still spoke, her tone sassy just as it was before. ”So you’re saying I’m nicer and more affectionate than her?” A laugh left her maw – was that a joke? He surely must have been trying to just get with her. Lahmer knew part of her wanted him, she felt the pull. She sauntered up to him without thinking, her next words sultry in tone. ”Certainly baby, I’m all that anyone could want…” She started, then attempted to rub against his shoulder. ”But Balerion, baby…I did tell you I would not be so easy to claim…” She would then attempt to get her tail underneath his nose…

Suddenly she started to dash. If Balerion could catch her without flying, then perhaps he was right. But there was definitely less effort on running from Lahmer’s end – just enough to make it difficult but not impossible. She wanted to be chased, desired, hell, even tackled. Her direction as she ran was aimlessly, however, her paws did not leave Tarben lands. Eventually she’d round her way back to Balerion’s den, at this time, slowing herself down to be caught.

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