 He hated the way she was always holding back, bottling her powers up and tapering down their possibilities – as if she as ashamed of her eminence. But Kratos knows what she is, what she’s capable of and he will not allow her to bury her greatness away behind propriety and polish. The Jungle was mostly known for its warrior women, there was no lack of power in the magical forest. But he doubted that there were any mares within its depths that could truly match Rhy, if she was so inclined. But she was far too velvet-hearted, too gracious to take her claim – too unlike Kratos.
So when her sweet doe eyes shift to slits that stalk him with a predator’s gleam, a wicked smile curls his lips. His muscles clench in anticipation as she changes, cold adrenaline pumping through him – he did not fear her, it was merely his body’s instinctual reaction to her presence. In this form, as she not a predator and he, her prey?
He feels her tear into his chest and he does not pull away but instead, he leans into her, pushing her claws deeper into his white chest, an amused laugh ringing out past his lips. “Come on kitty,” he taunts and despite his low tone, his voice is anything but soft, “make it hurt.” He riles, ignoring the blood that seeped from his torn flesh and had begun to paint his long white legs red, “I know you want to.” But he doesn’t know, Rhy is a still a paradox to him – sometimes he can feel her desire to visit the depths that he goes to, perhaps he just needs to pull it out. He aches to open her up and when he sends a small tendril of lightning to slide across her hip (it didn’t linger long, just enough to singe her hairs and taste her flesh), he hopes that what she returns back to him will be raw and new.
K R A T OS
vanquish x lyric
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