User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/Ask the Doc and his Family!/@comment-25808351-20180124030225/@comment-28358106-20180215184046

"See it however I want?"

The words are thrown back with a snarl. If before Tirush was testing him, now she makes her feelings clearly known. Her mantle ripples, her lips leering, showing her fangs as she speaks, her primal authority radiating as her aura flares. Though her voice is sharp, Adelhard gets the feeling that he is, in fact, being tested.

"Do not presume to tell me how I may see things, stripling.  You have come to my lair to ask for my daughter, and I will ask of you what I will.  Here, you leave with nothing that I do not give you.  However I want!  Rinïkk'thraas!  Yes, I am sure that you would love to have me.  But you will know this, boy.  The things in this world that are most precious to have, you do not take them, you do not demand them.  They are given to you.  You must earn this.  And if you are so weak that merely my words hurt you, then perhaps I shall teach you a lesson in how to address your betters."

There is a click behind them. The veranda door swings in with a flutter of drapes, and through them comes Thomas, addressing Tirush

"Everything all right, darling?  You two have been out here a while."

Outside, Marcus has no idea what he's in for. No sooner does he climb the first branch that Partha emits a growl.

"RRAAWR!"

She leaps onto him from above, clamping down on him, sinking her teeth into the shoulder of his coat---which, of course, does nothing. But she clings to him, her legs kicking his stomach, her DE-drenched talons doing nothing so much as tickling.

"RAAA!  Nom nom nom..."

She growls like a baby tiger as she gnaws him, the weight of her play fighting beginning to bend the branch that holds them both...