Thread:Feed Her To The Wolves/@comment-34928186-20191112022657/@comment-36459171-20191127031334

He couldn't help but feel a litte unease at turning her down. Did he say the wrong thing? He was simply being honest, knowing that no one could actually desire him like that. He hung onto that logic, and did as she said, forgetting she had asked, though it was easier said than done. His mind raced with questions, especially when watching the variety of emotions crossing her face. His lips parted, beginning to retract his statement, but he then held his tongue and gave a small nod.

As he stood up and began packing his few belongings, he began to think. Hypothetically, if he claimed her as his mate, what would be in it for him? Getting Abba off his ass might be one thing... maybe he could use Eurythmic, persuade her to share his own morals and plans for the future? He shook his head- none would believe a madman such as him, even one that loved him.

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"I know I'm not the one being executed, so it doesn't bother me." He spoke calmly, pocketing his hands within his loose pants. Even when she had grabbed him by the collar with a hiss and shoved him back, he remained nonchalant. "Perhaps I didn't make it clear- I didn't do it." He insisted with an irritated sigh, keeping his gaze locked onto hers. Physically, she could overpower him, and if she had a weapon he probably couldn't block it, but he knew Dragon's Breath would deal damage as well, which was all the confidence he needed.

His relaxed composure shattered like glass when she had begun to scold his family. His fists balled at his side, his way of restraining his anger. How dare she try and discredit the ones who took him in, raised him as one of their own when the humans refused too? Quietly he muttered beneath his breath to Abba, "It would be a shame if you were to end up the same as that old man." And then, acting as if nothing had happened, he begun to pack his things,