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A sigh escaped him as he strolled along the woodlands, not even attempting to hide his immense frame from the view of others, quicker to turning someone into a chew toy that dared bother him rather than hide his splendor from the world. Unfortunately, it seemed, his other half had found her way away from him again. Letting free a bull-like snort as his eyes gently passed from one bit of foliage to the next in case the little pixie had decided to hide close by. There was a chance she was with their mother dearest, knowing his sister to seek solace in the arms of her and for once he could not blame her at all with that little shit show that had transpired when they first arrived in this land not long ago. A smile nearly touched his lips at the memory, recalling his other mother’s pure rage. There was no part of him that felt sorry for instigating that blunder and it only made things easier that she played right into his paws and to think he thought she would be wiser than that. But all of them had tempers, it was just a matter of finding the right pin to press in just the right way to make them squirm but if it kept Faeryn under his paw, then he felt he had done nothing but the right thing. She was the one at fault for running off. She was the one that didn’t even show them an ounce of love after a year of not seeing their faces. His anger was righteous. He was doing his sister a favor from her being hurt far worse later when she would likely leave them again. There was suddenly a presence that would catch his attention, causing his strides to slow and his ears to bend slightly toward where the feeling of eyes burned into his flesh. Sapphires glinted, leering from the corner of his eyes at the one that wished to gain his attention, showing little emotion at the sight of a man bleeding out from the matching surroundings. A brow would raise slightly in his direction at the mention of soldiers and drafts, letting out a bitter tch under his breath. “Hardly,” his baritones thick and heavy as he raised his head high to look downward in a near intimidating fashion, taking in the smaller male’s appearance in full, turning with an elegance to face him a bit more. “Hmmm I’ve heard whispers of fae within this travesty of a country, but I never thought I’d witness one form so freely before me, little leaf fairy,” his head canted just a touch, feeling like this boy was the leaves themselves, having never seen a wolf with such a vibrant shade of autumn so evenly painted upon his coat. In any other environment, he would be stark and harsh upon his eyes, but he was almost pretty with the backdrop he stood within accompanying him so well. It was his eyes that stood out far more. A cool tone warring against so much warmth. “Have they caught you?” he inquired, assuming if he was asking that meant he was hiding but he knew not what this critter was after as he turned his head away from him, appearing disinterested and yet he did not leave. Art by Kumiho-Kami/Ashon | Table code by Zodiac |
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As the other approached, unphased it would some, some actual intrigue would spark at the defiance that no doubt displayed. The little guy was bold, he would give him that and in a way, it was humorous to stare down at someone so willing to stare right back and it not be of blood of his own. He was far more used to cowardice or passing pleasantries of those outside of the Bradshagh name which made this one’s fortitude a little special. Had he been in a more sour mood, he might have dismantled that boldness in an instant. He would say nothing to the challenge, having no clue what a fairy actually looked like as he merely only knew the words and those alone. As far as what fae were or weren’t, the lore that encased them, he hadn’t the foggiest. “You do seem quite delicate,” he would deduce from wings and slippers that they at least would be something easy to break like a bird, easy prey to snap under a large paw. The flirtation would make his ears flick forward, a touch of a smile would dance only in his diamond eyes, drawing his face back to the man with a thrash of his tail. “It seems you have a divine palette. What I believe or disbelieve is of little consequence but if I were to claim myself a god, would you bow for me?” only his head following where the other moved, not about to succumb to following him like a pathetic duckling. The conversation shifted to that of drafts and his own evasion. His shoulders would roll as he took a few steps forward away from the man before rounding and looming over top of him, moving till they were nose to nose and potentially his chest would brush against the other’s neck and face, curious if he would remain holding his ground, fall over and back up. His muzzle ghosting his, not touching but close enough to feel that prickle and heat. “I don’t.” Art by Kumiho-Kami/Ashon | Table code by Zodiac |
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The warning only made him scoff under his breath, finding it not much of one when in his own head it had been in a way a compliment rather than something offensive but it seemed this little man wasn’t comfortable in his body. A shame. Where he knew he was absolutely stunning, everyone around him seem so down on what they looked like how others perceived them and though he would agree they were pathetic by comparison, who could compete with him really, some had a little right to boast what they got even if it gave him an opening to bring them down a peg. It was no fun if they already felt that way about themselves. “Hmmm is that so. Are you going to be the one to extract them from me or have you accepted what you are? It is rather unattractive to have no confidence and you are exuding none. Just a rotten tongue,” he mused, smirking just a touch, sticking out his tongue for only a second to emphasize his point between the prongs of his fangs. As he pressed into the other’s space without invitation, he was mildly impressed by him keeping his ground, even more so at the retort. He didn’t deny the godhood and it tickled him inside, only that he wouldn’t bow and that brought a crocodile smile to the larger male’s lips all so tempted to make him hold his ass in the air for him by squishing his face into the earth. No. As demeaning fun that would be to do, another idea crossed his mind at how close their muzzles were. Lowering his head just a tick, he would press his lips against the rust muzzle before gliding his tongue roughly against his jaw. If he didn't move still, he would flip him onto his back, pinning him to the ground to see if this little defiance would turn into submission. Whatever would this pesky fellow do? Art by Kumiho-Kami/Ashon | Table code by Zodiac |
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He’d find satisfaction in the initial reaction of shock upon their muzzles touching, expecting the other to start freaking out or gag as if it was the grossest thing for two men to kiss. If being called delicate was apparently offensive, he would think homosexuality would trigger something even deeper to snap at him. He had seen it a few times in his life, the way others looked at his mothers or when another male would growl if he even attempted a flirt more often for a reaction. That second part would never happen, instead seeing a flicker of light take hold of the smaller wolf, confusing him for a moment and that did not help him attempt his next action to pin him. He should have never allowed his guard to fall in thought of him as easy prey no matter how soft the other looked to him. A growl rumbled from his throat the moment marigold flashed out from his immediate grasp, stumbling as the other took advantage of his size and speed to disarm him. He would have expected a vicious surge of pain to stab into his neck but it was a not so vital spot that was accessed by fangs. “Quick like the little pixie you are, huh?” he sneered. He could feel his blood boiling and rushing to his ears, heating them with a mixture of emotions. Jerking his head, he turned it to look at the rodent, his tail thrashing with agitation at being so easily dominated by this rat. The face he expected to see was one that only raised his ire more, causing his fangs to snap at the other’s cheek with the risk of shredding his own ear, trying to wipe that smirk off his face and shove it into the dirt under their feet. He would bow, he was determined to make sure he did. Art by Kumiho-Kami/Ashon | Table code by Zodiac |
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His anger was only rising with every second he spent with this smaller man, with it acquiring an even stronger itch to see the man buried in his own blood and mangled remains. With that ire came more and more imperfections in how he handled the other, losing tack as each word seemed to fray a wire within his brain that kept any of his charm and sanity in place to lie to the world that he was a distinguished young man. Fur stood in a ridge along his back as bumps flared over his skin, craving to tear into flesh and peel the man piece by piece until he might beg for release. He did his best to contain the monster that always wanted to escape from the bars of his consciousness, a beast that wanted to even kill his own family time and time again but he never let win. A murderer had never been what he was, so long as he held firm to his mind. The way the other squirmed only seemed to entice that monster inside, feeling it twist and coil as lips peeled back with a bloodthirst that caused saliva to cling between fangs and drip down onto the other’s marigold tresses. He could taste the blood before it ever met his tongue, seeking that artery that could so easily end this man’s life but at the same time he never enjoyed seeing something die so swiftly. He wanted to watch him twist and contort, scream if he ever allowed that beast to win. Perhaps it was the only thing that stopped him from striking or maybe it was willpower. Or maybe he just wanted to play with his food, possibly trick it into believing it held some safe haven. With a sneer, he released the other, not wanting to back down as if to answer a command but this quarry might be more fun if he let it get its way at least a little bit. “You would be honored to pluck from my pelt. I would never lower myself to such a task…” he eyed the other before fully getting up, using a paw to shove him over to the side as he stood to his full splendor, looming over him. Art by Kumiho-Kami/Ashon | Table code by Zodiac |