The albino, purple eyed lass was surprised to see not as much of a reaction from Ares, however, his words were cold and bitter in response to her own, which was expected. “I can’t say I’m surprised, Dwyn. You don’t seem like Tarben’s type. “ Duh. If that was not obvious he must be dense. Her facial expression mimicked these thoughts. As he continued to speak, that expression faded back to a stoic, unwavering position “As for the masochism, there may be some truth to that. But really, most of us don’t think the rules are f u c k e d, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. You should be careful around others who might report you. I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that, but next time I hear treason like it I’m going to go straight to the king.” Oh boy, threatening her with her grandfather? Ooo, how scary. Not.

She rolled her eyes and turned around, letting out a few choice words. "Pft, you say that like it means something to me. My grandfather does not give a single s h i t about me aside from the fact I can continue the Dane bloodline.” She paused, then turned back around to look at the pitch male, stark against the white icy lands of Tarben. As her anger rose slightly, the winds around them picked up. "So, understandably, I want nothing to do with him. I am more than my blood. I am a being with my own consciousness and should have my own bodily autonomy just like you have.” Her words were angry, yet had a certain zeal behind them as the albino lass claimed that she was more than just a body to continue the Dane bloodline. The faster wind wrapped its way between both of their fur as Dwyn stood tall to Ares, her body slightly larger than Ares’s own because of those said genetics, and purple eyes alight with the fire of independence. "I lack respect for anyone whom takes to my father’s way of mating with anyone he pleases, regardless of consent.”

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