Post by Sabaoth on May 8, 2015 23:28:16 GMT -5
Her words fell like prayers upon his ears, making Sabaoth’s skin crawl beneath his pelt. No longer did she fight him every step of the way, although he knew without needing to experiment that her strong will and quick temper still rested within her. Her suggestive tone was not lost on the brute, his eyes flashing with scarcely restrained desire. He tucked it away into the recesses of his memory to deal with another time, namely when he encountered her once more. For now, he could not allow his masculine urges to dictate his mood, for it was anger that he needed to fuel him for his impending mission. He paused for only a moment, nostrils flaring as he allowed himself to inhale her heady scent, ensuring that he would never forget it. He permitted her to lean against him for a moment longer before dropping his head to roughly push her away, his muzzle lingering on the fur of her neck serving as the only respite to his gruffness.
”Don't worry, Big Wolf. I always come for what is mine.”
The deep rumble of laughter resounded in his chest, but he did not correct her. If she truly wished to lay such a sizable claim, she would keep her word. ”I am headed west,” he informed her as he moved several steps away, not bothering to give her further specifics. If she was truly as devoted to him as she claimed to be, she would find him. It was not as if he could speak the name that echoed in his head regardless: Ina’mos. Already he was becoming distant – not to Roka, but for the sake of his task. By the time he reached the shores of the island he’d once called home, he would feel nothing but murderous rage. She would be there, naturally, in the back of his mind, tucked carefully behind all else. As intoxicating as she was, Sabaoth knew he could not allow her to infect his heart. He’d seen far too many brutes succumb to feminine wiles, and he would not allow himself to fall into the hands of the same fate.
”When we are together once more, we will not be pressed for time. I will enjoy getting to know you much better.” With that said, the behemoth turned to begin his long trek, paws thudding dully against the ground. He did not turn and look at her as he went, instead looking ahead to the horizon as if he could see the island already. If she had any faith in him or his words, she would need no further reassurance or prodding from him. He’d carefully laid the foundation for what he expected of her, and she’d readily agreed. Now all that was left was to see if she followed through. If not…well, Sabaoth’s lips pulled upwards into a fierce snarl that was very nearly a grin. If not, he would deal with her afterwards, and he would prove to the she-wolf that he as a brute of another sort entirely.
”
The deep rumble of laughter resounded in his chest, but he did not correct her. If she truly wished to lay such a sizable claim, she would keep her word. ”I am headed west,” he informed her as he moved several steps away, not bothering to give her further specifics. If she was truly as devoted to him as she claimed to be, she would find him. It was not as if he could speak the name that echoed in his head regardless: Ina’mos. Already he was becoming distant – not to Roka, but for the sake of his task. By the time he reached the shores of the island he’d once called home, he would feel nothing but murderous rage. She would be there, naturally, in the back of his mind, tucked carefully behind all else. As intoxicating as she was, Sabaoth knew he could not allow her to infect his heart. He’d seen far too many brutes succumb to feminine wiles, and he would not allow himself to fall into the hands of the same fate.
”When we are together once more, we will not be pressed for time. I will enjoy getting to know you much better.” With that said, the behemoth turned to begin his long trek, paws thudding dully against the ground. He did not turn and look at her as he went, instead looking ahead to the horizon as if he could see the island already. If she had any faith in him or his words, she would need no further reassurance or prodding from him. He’d carefully laid the foundation for what he expected of her, and she’d readily agreed. Now all that was left was to see if she followed through. If not…well, Sabaoth’s lips pulled upwards into a fierce snarl that was very nearly a grin. If not, he would deal with her afterwards, and he would prove to the she-wolf that he as a brute of another sort entirely.
TAG: Roka
WORDS: 509