Mordred’s eyes became wide for two seconds, as his look fell on the gigantic wolf that came into view; he never had seen a wolf like this, it was an animal of impossible size - and probably the wolf just had to make a single jump to lunge at Mordred and push him down the abyss. Mordred swallowed hard, hearing the blood rushing in his ears. But he did not move and he did not let his arms sink.
The woman next to the wolf was beautiful, with long red hair and the face of an angel. But she wasn’t an angel, she rather meant imminence. The druid’s eyes followed every movement of the lady and her overpowering and intimidating wolf. The presence of the wolf made it all more difficult as it would have been, when Mordred had been alone with the red-haired beauty. He had to plan and think through his further course of action very well. But how should he do that, when there was no time? The woman and the wolf closed in with every elapsing second and Mordred knew, he had to decide himself quickly. Before everything was too late…
The voice with which the woman spoke was sounding sweet and soft and had a calming tone; but Mordred did not intend to let himself spin by her false kindness. She was a treacherous beast behind her wonderful visage, he could feel it. He listened to her words, but he did not want to hear them. Over her lips were spreading lies… there was not a single reason, why he should believe in what she was telling him.
“You”, he replied finally with a loud and aggressive voice and accented this first word with all his strength and contempt, “are a darn liar.” He spat out the word liar, as if he had eaten something so disgusting that he couldn’t even bare the slightest taste of it on his tongue. “What do you think, woman? Do you expect me to give myself voluntarily into your and your atrocious wolf’s claws? You can’t fool me and I am not so weak to let myself beguile by your beauty and peaceful words. Stay away from me or you will regret it.” Mordred anticipated that his own words would fail and never change anything. He glared at his opponent. “If you want to catch me, you’ll have to challenge me. And trust me, I don’t care, how bloody this will become.”
Within this woman, she felt compelled to reach for him, to draw him in and give him but a taste of what unleashing his power would feel like. She wanted to see the curl of his toes, to hear the awe in his voice and feel his spirit hungry plead for more. Power. If only the boy could recognize his potential, if she could assist him in doing so - then he would know that this act of his was all in vain. As a sign of good faith, she starts reaching for the heavy cloak at her shoulders and let it slip free from her body, brushing her past her frame with one fluid drop until it came behind her heels. All the while, entrancing eyes softened considerably as naked hands came to her chest, brushing the light material of the dress she wore.
Sarah feigned hurt, especially as her lips no longer held their welcoming smile and a touch of sadness dared to blemish her fair features. “What lie comes from my lips, for not once did I speak any falsehood,” her voice yet contained the lullaby tones of a mother that tried to ease the unnerved heart of her child. “I spoke only truth, for you are a beautiful boy – one who is living in a lie of his own.” The smile came suddenly after uttering those words, for she knows what lays dormant in his heart. Perhaps he drowned in denial, lied to himself about what he truly was. He could have easily used his powers against her, but yet he hesitates. “If I desired my beloved companion to rip your flesh, drink your blood and crunch your bones between his maw, I would have sent him to do it without my company.”
Aunduin sat in silence, simply staring with unfathomable cerulean eyes, eyes that pierced the soul much like the malachite depths of his master – which now settled only on the boy. “Yet he does not come to you, but I do, naked, without weapon or a desire to bring forth harm on your person. Do you not realize just how valuable you truly are? Your gift could bring a kingdom to its knees, why would I wish to take that away?” Petal-soft lips found their smile as she extended a hand to him. “But if you want a challenge, if you truly wish to strike a woman .. then do so.”
The wolf’s ears perked as he felt the wave of electricity in the air that came from her body. His attention when to Sarah, and though she said not a word to have him attack, the feeling forced a growl to bubble from his throat. Sarah shook her head at the sound and lowered her hand behind her, to settle the beast wishing to lash out. “Would you at least step away from the ledge? Unless death is something you desperately ache for,” her free hand pushed away the curls as they stole a caress from her cheek. There was no denying that she had not assaulted him physically, but she was no fool to allow herself to be threatened so easily.
The malice harbored in her was not directed toward him, but if he longed for blood to be spilled, she would teach him a lesson before licking his wounds. The reward was always as satisfying as the punishment.
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