Siberia | S. Rogers

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The moment Merida was thrust past the tent flaps in the back where Killian hung out, she was me with primal eyes staring at her. They glowed in the darkness of the area, but the outline of the form was large and the guttural growl of recognition that emerged from the primal shadow made Meria's lip flip up into a small smile.

Ansem

The lion took a small step forward, but she immediately saw the large black collar around his neck that linked to a chain that ran the length of the area to the left and ended on a stake that was fastened to the ground. She tsked and strode effortlessly to Ansem. All her instincts were to go straight to the feline King.

Her hand brushed his mane, his head bowing as he butted it into her side affectionately. She hated the electric collar, but she was no stranger to it herself.

There were many a times Killian would put the collar on her, even in human form. The memories of the painful jolts passing through her body made her bite her tongue until it bled.

She could taste the blood before her body felt the sting of pain from cutting into her tongue.

"Ansem." Merida murmured soothingly as he nuzzled into her. There was no other bond she had with any of the animals like the one she had with Ansem. She didn't know if it were because they were both part of the feline species, but the big cat had taken to her instantly upon meeting her.

Killian was always jealous.

"Looooook what the cat dragged in."

Maniacal laughter followed.

That voice made her quake and quiver with fear. It was much like nails on a chalkboard.

Merida winced as Ansem brought his feline eyes over to Killian who had been hiding in the shadows, completely hidden from her. She swallowed thickly, staying next to Ansem for a long moment before taking a small step back, placing her hands behind her back and bowing her head to look at her bare feet.

Everything about her movements screamed submission. Ansem snorted through his nostrils in agitation. The King of the jungle found it very hard to keep his feelings for Killian at bay. She wished Ansem wouldn't be so stubborn because it led to trouble for them both. But on the flip side she got to see Killian become frustrated at the fact that not everyone fell into line before him.

Killian approached her with swiftness of a cobra, his eyes reveling over her dress and her hair. He smirked, curling his lip as he sauntered his way closer to her, using his right fingertip to tilt her chin up so she faced him.

"Look at me so I can get a glimpse of you."

His voice was low but make no mistake. It was not a caress or a whisper. It was a command.