Aki Reznikov and Arsenia Beauclaire

He watched her laying in the snow, the light flakes of powder slowly landing on her frame, melting before much could accumulate from her body heat. He was the opposite, the cold stuck to his fur, almost so that his pelt looked to grow in thickness. He made sure to lock his primal golden eyes with her deep Amber pools. A proper way for a strong alpha to speak to others, unyielding, and truthful (c
Eyes always spoke more loudly than words expressed, and anyone that knew what an emotionless voud he could be, knew his eyes gave the emotion his normal alpha calmness suppressed. In this case, there was pain, alot of it, but it would not reflect in his voice as he spoke. "Let's just say I'm to old." He said bluntly, and though yes, he was older than most wolves, even by appearance, the dominate and powerful aura he gave off could tell her hevwasnt being entirely forth coming with his response. "People only follow who they want to. This place was never for someone to be boss, it was appointed (cThat way after alot of things came to pass. My job is to protect us all, even you. We are a dying breed, a misunderstood creature. This world is seldom able to see past differences and get along. But here...they can not get to us, though many have tried." He explained as hevkept his posture like a statue as he watched her.(e. Sorry for the five posts, phone is a bitch to copy paste things, but I wanted to make sure we had this for next time.)

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