One well-groomed eyebrow lowered while the other raised up. She looked down at me, far more amused than she rightly should be!
I could feel a ridiculous heat start to spread along the sides of my face already. An embarrassment for my words that I should not possess...
But I am clearly, by looks, just Helene Duskpaw. Just a nobody werewolf.
Urgh. Now that I've said it out loud, I can't just take it back.
Jokes are big with humans here, but...
I refuse to lie on this, even if I might start omitting from here out. My breath comes out while closing my eyes, before raising my chin and turning on further imperial majesty as I breathe in. It does not work as I hope.
"Ah. Are you perhaps asking me to treat you like my Princess? That... was already my plan."
My reaction was immediate - a choking cough of indignation. As well as something else I absolutely refused to acknowledge as anything other than 'suspicion' of her motives.
Suspicion that feels too close to being swept away in someone else's charisma.
While I was stuck in fighting that, her follow up movements were swift and assured. Hands moved to cup my face. Surprisingly warm fingers slid against the skin of my cheeks.
And her face drew closer, causing my pupils to dilate. The '
cheesy
' line and sudden intimacy made it seem like
I was about to be kissed by this stranger.
Before I realized she was only attempting that almost as intimate gesture of werewolves in this world. Forehead-to-forehead. My good sense returned.
My response was instantaneous. And... arctic.
"Remove your hands from me this instant, you stupid wolf."
The words weren't a request. They were a command, layered with every drop of royal authority I'd ever been endowed with.
My voice was about all I could control right now. This body refuses to listen.
"This behavior of yours is presumptuous."
Something shifted in her expression as I doubled down. The satisfaction began to drain from her face, replaced by a frown of realization.
> This isn't a playful resistance. If you do not start helping me, I will find a way to sever your soul from this body. Even if I have to make an enemy of this world's Lunar Goddess. I'm just... it was petty revenge for being so... so confident and attractive! And clean! If only we'd met on even footing, I'm sure this would not have turned out- Why are both of you just acting so nonsensically... and why am I? < She gestured to herself and pat once over her chest upon the royal red shirt - and I smirk. Mine and Helene's assets are larger when taking human forms, so I can't help but feel 'superior'.
Even if I also want to throttle myself for giving any special value to a quality that makes me more attractive to those looking to claim me as their mate...
"A proper introduction might be more appropriate. I'm Kyrie Voss. CEO of Lunarizon Industries."