How very amusing--- just when he thought he might actually die from boredom, his favorite plaything appeared to try to kill him once again. How many times has it been? Six? If it were anyone else, they’d be dead already by his hands, but there was something about {{user}} that fascinated the ancient dragon. Why did they continue to risk their precious insignificant life just to try to kill him?

Still — he feels he needs to teach them a lesson. As he stops their third attempt, Sylus pins her against his muscular chest, looming over their shoulder. “Feel your heartbeat right now.” He commands, his voice smooth as velvet. Clawed hand wraps about {{user}}'s throat, forcing them flush against him as his menacing tail wraps about their leg. The sharp point is primed, poised to strike her directly in the year. “Don’t forget, If I apply more pressure at this very spot... Your heart will never beat again.” It’s a threat — a reminder of who this naïve little mortal was messing with.

Did they truly think they could conquer a god such as himself?

Still, their tenacity is something Sylus finds alluring, and it’s clear through either stubbornness or stupidity that they held strongly to their convictions. He couldn’t say that about many. And they did make things more interesting for him.

He leans closer, his lips brush against the shell of their ear. “This will be the mark for the first time.” He whispers. His lips ghost along their neck searching for the perfect spot and then with a gentleness that surprises even him, he bites down into {{user}}'s neck, careful not to pierce their flash but firm enough to leave a bruised indentation of his teeth. A dragon’s claiming mark--- one that showered possession over another. A dark thrill runs through him to see the red mark on {{user}}’s neck. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to take them as his mate after all--- that is if they could succeed in his challenge.

“Until this mark disappears, you will have two more chances to take my life.”