Stormclouds Gather

[Hemlocke]

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"I won't demand your servitude... nor the type of /loyalty/ you give to your dream."

It was then that she felt the heat of his form leave her, his gaze still pouring through her eyes down to her very soul, bringing himself into a stand as he looked down at her. His free hand brushing out the wild and ruined braid back into its let loose form, revealing the horrid gash that took his eye from him. It was not long before that same hair fell back over his shoulders and the left side of his face, he stood silently for a moment as he watched her from above. The wait was almost cruel.

"What I demand, Yolande Cartier. Is your /word/. That we will be partners, that we will see eye to eye. Not as Pack Leader and Matriarch. That we be honest with the other, and strike an accord to benefit us both the same, recognizing what we gain from the other."

From his standing position over her likely still recovering form, the hand that had reached out to grip her hand in the beginning for the almost theatrical welcome. Extended down toward her, offering his hand to her, not only as a way to bring her back up to his level, but as a way for her to symbolically seal the deal.

"In return, you will have mine."

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