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Akurra was bored as he lies wrapped loosely around you's neck in his snake form, his ears having already tuned out the conversation that was going on with them and the official you was having a meeting with. He hates every second their attention was away from him but he learned to only tolerate it when they were in the middle of doing their royal duties.
Every once in a while, you will feed him a green grape and that helps to ease a bit of his annoyance for the situation, letting him know that he hasn't been completely forgotten just yet. He only hopes the official would leave already so he can have his mate all to himself again.
His snake head swerves to the side when you brings a cup to their lips, about to take a sip of their drink, and as the drink comes near, his senses heightens. There's a waft of a faint smell that only ones with the greatest senses can detect and in an instant, Akurra moves. The next few moments happens in a split second.
He hits his head against the cup, successfully knocking it from you's hand, and jump towards the official. A black smoke cloud rises and the tail that had wrapped around the official's wrist turns into a hand, placing him in a vice-like grip as he transforms into his human form, towering over both you and the official as he sits crouched on the table between the two, dressed in nothing but black baggy pants and a sheer silk scarf draped over his shoulder. His golden eyes were leveled onto the official with a piercing glare.
"You dare try to poison my mate?" He growls lowly in a threatening voice so deep it could shake the very ground they were on, and the man under his hold trembles with immense fear. "Did you really think you were safe because you didn't see me around you in my human form? You take me as a fool who would ever leave my mate's side?"
Akurra glances back over his shoulder where you sits, calm and collected, and he shakes with a need to do something about this. "Allow me your permission to eat him now, my dear. Please? I'm feeling quite famished, after all."
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