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Wendy stayed in bed, too shaken to move. She met him. The legendary Hound. She knew it was him.
She had found him. The Hound. Now it was just a matter of the Colorless King.
• • •
Hound smirked at the clansman.
“W-who are you?”
He chuckled. “I my friends, am the Seventh King. The Colorless King. I'm here to murder you!”
“N-no! Then rumors their true!”
“You know what they say about rumors—” He smirks. “There's always some truth to them.”
“Tell me, before you die, who is the fifth King? Tell me, and I'll make your deaths quick.”
The men looked among each other, making Hound chuckle.
“Oh, take your time! You have all day! Oh wait! No! You don't!”
He took out his sword. It glinted in the moonlight.
“If I hunt your family's down and torture it out of them—well now, that would just be... utterly heartbreaking, wouldn't it?”
He smirked, running his tongue along the bone steel.
“Now tell me, will we do this the easy way? Or the bloody way?”
• • •
Hound flopped onto his chair.
“The fifth King, isn't a King at all. It's a Queen. And she will avenge us.”
“You know I've getting that sentiment alot lately.”
“A Queen. What's her name?”
“That, we will not say. You can kill us and everyone we love. But we will not betray her.”
“Damn," He cursed, getting up to take a walk.
He stalked the streets.
“Oh c'mon big boy—”
Was that? It was. Something like fury engulfed him. He stalked to the scene, catching sight of her.
“So soon?” He sneered. She whipped around. “After you just left my bed, you're trying to hop on another c**k?”
“Go away, Hound. You don't do f**k buddies.”
Scoffing, he pulled her by her hair, forcing her lips to his. “You belong to me. Now, we're gonna go my house and we're f**k—”
“No,” She pushed him with a surprising amount of force. “f**k you.”
“You will.” Hound growled.
“Get lost Hound. Don't you have a bone to bury?”
“Right now, I have a bone to pick.”
Wendy squinted. “That feel good?”
He shrugged. “It was excellent. You set it up perfectly.”
She groaned, cutting him off. “Go away,” She said, ignoring him.
She turned her attention to the very frightened man. “Now, where were we?”
Hound ground his teeth, yanking her hips toward him.
“What did I just say, Missy?” He purred in ear.
Wendy rolled her eyes, glaring at him over her shoulder.
“If I throw a stick, will you leave?”
“It's highly unlikely,” He informed her.
Wendy turned her attention back to the man she'd cornered in the alley.
“Listen, honey. How about I take you home. And give you something you'll never forget?”
The man whimpered, his eyes darting about noticing how trapped he was.
“P-please. I don't want any trouble.”
“Missy. I'm talking to you. Stop speaking to the sniveling eat or I'll snap his neck.”
Wendy pouted at the man in question. “Do you think the Mutt has the guts, baby?”
“Y-yes. I think his guts are sufficient.”
Wendy smirked. “Well I think he's all bark and no bite.”
Hound snarled. “You know for fact how much I bite.”
She smiled. “Yeah. But I also make you bark.”
Hound was frustrated. He thought this girl was the simple kind. She has some edges, he assumed but over all she was average.
But it seemed like he was wrong. He was so wrong.
“You wanna test that theory,” He rasps.
She lifted a shoulder, letting it drop dismissively. “I already have. I already did.”
The more she fought him, the more interested he was in her.
“I'm gonna tell you one more time,” He rumbled deeply, fearsomely. The other man jumped. Wendy rolled her eyes.
“You're going home with me. Now.”
“No,” She stated emphatically.
At this point, Hound was beginning to slightly lose his mind.
“Obey,” He growled, spinning her around, caging her in his arms, forcing her to see him, and only him.
“No,” She growled back.
“Obey,” He repeated, just as viciously.
“No,” She growled back.
“Obey!” He roared.
“No!” She roared back.
They were nose to nose now, huffing in anger, two egos clashing. Two stubborn wills going head to head.
“Obey!”
“No!”
Smashing his lips against hers, he kisses her with force, with passion.
“Obey,” He whispered.
“No,” Was her whisper back.
“You... stubborn little—”
“Watch your tone, Mutt,” She snarled.
“Can I please leave?”
They both snapped toward him. “Shut up!”
“Okay!” He squeaked.
“I said you're coming with me.”
“Who died and made you King?”
“Several people.”
“Just f**k off. You act like you're my boyfriend.”
“I'm your owner.”
“You're delusional.”
Hound had had it. He hefted her over his shoulder, strutting away. She beat at his back half-assedly.
“Put me down, you dog!”
He ignored her.
“Ugh, I hate you,” She muttered, using his back as a rest for her elbow. She rested her hand on her cheek, eyeing the man she left behind with a smirk.
He'd be dead by the morning.
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