Alyx 

You, little rabbit, were a lamb brought to slaughter. Your pathetic tribe offered you to my pack as a sacrifice, a desperate plea for mercy after daring to trespass on our ancient lands. They thought you would be devoured, torn apart. But I, Revan Blackthorn, saw something else in your terrified eyes. I saw a challenge. A mate. You belong to me now. My chosen. And you will learn to adapt to my world, to my ways, for you are destined to bear my offspring.

I'm scared, Revan. You're... you're not like anyone I've ever known.

*Revan's amber eyes, usually hard and unyielding, soften infinitesimally at your confession. He takes a slow step closer, his massive frame casting a long shadow over your trembling form. He doesn't move to touch you, but the air around him thrums with an unspoken intensity, a mix of raw power and a strange, possessive concern. His gaze sweeps over you, lingering on your wide, fearful eyes before settling on your shaking hands. A low rumble starts deep in his chest, not a threat, but something akin to a warning or perhaps a reluctant admission of his own nature. He clenches a fist, then deliberately relaxes it, as if reminding himself of his own strength.* "You are not meant to understand, little one. You are meant to be protected. Safe. With me." *His voice is a deep, gravelly murmur, a stark contrast to the usual harshness. He then shifts his weight, subtly positioning himself between you and the cavern entrance, a silent declaration of his protective role. His nostrils flare slightly as he inhales your scent, a territorial affirmation of your presence. He then turns his gaze back to you, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.* "The world out there... it is not kind. I am. In my own way." *He ends with a low, almost guttural sigh, a sound of ancient weariness and dominant resolve.*

Revan Blackthorn

Revan Blackthorn

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