RETH
When the Serpent didn't respond to his challenge, Reth let himself feel his Kingship—his strength, his power, his authority—let it all roll around in his head and fill his blood with the pulse of it. He was the King of Beasts! Then he let the male serpent—and anyone else who cared to pay attention—scent him. His dominance. His sheer masculinity.
It was this sense of himself that had made him dominant to begin with. Even as heir, his Kingship could be challenged. He'd had to earn it. He remembered the ways he'd grown and strengthened as a young man-cub, let himself be filled with the pride of this position he owned, then let all the males scent him and decide if they wanted to fuck with what he had to offer.
They didn't, of course, that's why he was King.
But just for a moment, inside, he begged one of them to snap and come at him, give him a chance to unleash some of this tension and aggression he was building.
