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Post by Crys on Apr 24, 2014 12:29:05 GMT -5
Nails
He was limping ever so slightly, every fourth step a lurch from the hip, leaving behind a watery pink stain in the snowy mold of his paw. His shoulders were slumped, his head downcast, his lips pulled back in a vague mockery of a forced smile. A wince held back because it wasn’t a reward for him to claim. Icicles tangled in his matted fur like glittering decorations rather than the product of ill grooming.
He was headed today toward a clearing in the idle hope that prey animals might be attracted to the water. It was an effort made in vain however, as he’d suspected it might be. The lake was frozen over, feet deep of unchippable ice. Only scattered patches of frozen greenery. This place held no appeal to the lesser beasts of this land. Nails stopped at the edge of the frozen lake, his distorted visage staring back at him with a single, frosted eye. Ragged ears. Silver streaking his grey fur, making him look older than he really was. That poor bastard, Nails thought. He chuffed a puff of white air and turned away. To go where, he didn’t yet know.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2014 13:42:59 GMT -5
Ears swished on top of his head, and hurriedly he continued before the ice started falling on him. It almost seemed ominous when the first piece struck him, falling off the makeshift den he had taken up for the night. The bleeding had stopped on his shoulder, but he was still in curse mode. As if he needed any other problem to do with himself this winter; ack, he should have simply remained on the mountain! All snuggled up to Hep... and his mate. And their pups.
Another little gape in his fur was nothing to be concerned about, not when things were a tad uncomfortable. His flirtation with the Alpha was supposed to be harmless, but be damned if Robin was not fascinated with the wolf known as Hephaestus. His sweet tongue, his eyes that would blend delightfully into his coat. The annoyance danced on his face, but he muffled it away. There was no need to be moping and poor spoken, it would not do him any good.
It was why the shock hit straight into his core, and his mouth opened wordlessly at the sight of the open land. It was a rush that could not be denied, and his gaze scanned the lake like it was going to freeze him. Perhaps he would fall through the ice and go down to a hell that would not keep a wolf like him well looked after. No, Robin was ultimately someone who needed to be spoiled. Not totally incapable in his state of mind, but ultimately not the choice for anyone looking for a helpful companion.
It was why he was shocked when his feet carried him forward, and the scent laced his nose of blood. Egads! Someone was fighting or something of the sort; it didn't take him long to sort out the bloody path. it was enough to intrigue him, it was enough to send him padding along after the paw prints. Oh, his head dropped to the ground and he tracked well enough, observing.
Why were they bleeding? Why was this mess even happening to him? Oh, he would have to clean up the mess. Didn't they know how horrid blood looked on snow? It was better left inside the body when it was not food, and this was definite wolf tracks. Not that Robin had never been broken and bleeding, abused; but he was not about to let his sob story make him wary. All too possible he was walking right into a trap...
Or a big, bleeding wolf from behind.
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Post by Crys on Apr 28, 2014 12:35:20 GMT -5
Nails
Everything seemed locked in place on this windless day, frozen in time and he, the only survivor, trapped in the cold. So cold, so cold, even here… A distant memory. His voice, or someone else’s, he couldn’t recall. Even here… The scents in the still air seemed trapped as well, distant pine, his own familiar stench. Something else, maybe, in the distance. But not a hare, or even a field mouse. Not a fox. Unimportant, perhaps.
White, white, endless white. Empty plains, stretching forever. The silence pressing into his ears and making his teeth ache. Nothing here, nothing anywhere. Inside or out. Awake, asleep, or dead. Nothing. Nothing. Even the throb in his step was nothing of notice, a familiar stab that happened to shift in location. It was at least warmth to his cold toes. And still bleeding because of the itch, the constant itch, the need to gnaw away the scabs.
Cracking in the snow like a roar in the silence. Nails’ nose twitched, and he became aware that there was something else out here, clawing into his patch of empty, infinite time. He felt indifferent to this, neither annoyed by the stranger’s presence nor relieved for a distraction. He continued walking as if he hadn’t heard him, apathetic to his existence for now, unmotivated to twist his body to stand him down, to lift his head to meet his eye. But it was inevitable. One did not simply let another alone in a place like this. Empty but for the smear of his grey, and the smear of his blood in the snow.
Nails stopped. Slowly, he turned around, as if it caused him a great effort. His expression was empty, unreadable as he eyed up the splash of color tracking him. Male, as he’d assumed. Sizable, but not as tall as himself. Younger, but not so much as to be blind to the base workings of the world. Nails sniffed, and stared him down wordlessly.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2014 12:51:44 GMT -5
It was hard to say how proper Robin could be in the sight of blood. While he was a wolf of many talents, being a bit for a lightweight of a carnivore seemed to be his strong point. There was a reason that he was driven forward though, and the other knew he was coming. It was inevitable, Robin was just not the type to pass up a chance to bother someone. Not that he planned on being a bother, but after the feeling of animosity he had been feeling around the mountain, the mere notion pushed that feeling.
Tail swished once, the tentative delight shined over his features. Oh, it was such a delight to have someone looking so bluntly at him, his steps carrying him in range of the male. When he was positive that he would survive an attack, but not necessarily get away if the male exploded in a rage at him, Robin stopped. Yellow eyes rolled over him, and he offered a bit of a wolfish grin as his ears pulled back against his head. Not that he was intimidated by that stare down, who, him!?
"Greetings foreign walker," Tongue flicked out of his mouth as the orange male dipped his body. The faintest bow was accompanied with a full rise, pushing his paws close together. He was posed almost like a female might have been trying to look charming, on him... it both hit and missed the mark. "My name is Robin, and like the sign of spring that I am, I've come to make your day brighter."
Blunt words were an attempt at humor, but somehow he doubted the wolf that was bleeding would find him overly amusing. Perhaps he would get an eye roll, or a growl; but Robin plowed on before he could get snuffed out. "Handsome beast like you must like sunshine and good omens, don't you?" The husky chuckle, attempting to mock himself, but tail curled faintly, his ears pulling back against his head cautiously.
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Post by Crys on Apr 28, 2014 13:47:18 GMT -5
Nails
Nails continued to stare at him, single eye unblinking, not a twitch or a quiver in his body. Energetic, that was something. Flitting about much like a bird, believing his own playful preachings. He presented his body like a princess’ curtsey. Charming, coy. There was a laugh in Nails’ eye, a tug at the corner of his lips that showed a single canine. The beginnings of a smirk, not a snarl.
”You talk cute,” that slight narrow of his eye still hinting at a smile. Robin’s flirtatious words brushed by him without affirmation. Nothing returned, no anger or denial. But then his maw split into a broad grin, and his firm stance slumped into a lazy pacing, circling the male, still sizing him up. Not looking for a fight. For a game, maybe. Nails might fancy a game. ”Robin,” Nails echoed, the name rolling in his throat, and turning into a croon. ”Good morning. Evening. Whatever the fuck it is. I can smell your sunshine.”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2014 14:07:52 GMT -5
The male could have preened with the male accepted his words, it was just the reaction he had hoped for. Robin was as selfish as ever, and there was something about the approval of his wording that had his tail wagging. Oh yes, he looked ridiculous, there was no need to deny that. But it allowed him to ease forward, his head lowered at mid-level. Respectful, oh yes, it tended to get him where he wanted to go.
There was no need to size up the male standing before him, even as the wolfish grin appeared, Robin was happy to be at the mercy of someone worthy. Dancing features brightened even more at the response, "Well, if you can smell it - you have to let me know what you think of it." His purr was right back at the male, shuddering faintly with the words that were issued.
Playing games was always a joy, it was blatant in his features. His tongue slipped out of his lips briefly, and he offered an apologetic grin. "I'm a pack wolf from the mountain, if you smell other things on me not so interesting." Dramatic sigh followed, finding the scarred face again. "Hardly anyone could compare to looking at you, though, anyway."
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Post by Crys on Apr 28, 2014 15:06:31 GMT -5
Nails
The other male’s captivation was endearing, if a little bit desperate. Wagging his tail and licking his lips and pleading, pleading for it. Love me, hate me, anything. So desperate for attention that he was willing to prostrate himself at the feet of anyone willing to give him a second glance. And a second glance Nails gave, taking in each cue of his stance, the streaks of color in his fur, the ticks of old wounds.
”You reek,” Nails said bluntly, with a sniff of dismissal. He lowered his rump inelegantly to the cold ground, injured leg sticking out at a crooked angle. Closer examination of the wound gave no clues as to the original cause, only the marring of teeth marks irritating the laceration, and a glistening of pus from the early stages of an infection. Something here did smell bitter.
Nails had no interest in Robin’s story, in where he’d come from or where he was going. Only that he was standing here now, and even that was the idle perk of a dozing cat watching a small animal furrowing in the grass. He did pay interest to the continued flirting, though he made no visible reaction to the flattery. ”You’ve wandered from home, have you?” Nails hummed. ”Looking for me, I wonder?”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2014 15:20:33 GMT -5
Robin knew tha tthere was no reason to hurry back to the mountain, as much as it crossed his mind. Of course there would be things to report, who existed and who seemed to be a threat. Hephaestus, the devil himself, would have loved to look upon the male standing before him. For different reasons, of course, than what Robin would have liked to use him for.
Looking for him? The thought had Robin sighing, "Well if I would have known you would have existed before now, of course!" His words seemed almost exasperated that it was even a question to be posed. At the same time, it was ridiculous how charmed he was. The male was humoring! How long had it been since he had some attention from someone who appeared unattached? Too long, and those already coupled was always such a... task.
"Lonely as it is," His words were soft as he bowed to the ground and crawled forward, eyes raking over the body before him. What a warrior! The mere thought was enough to make him want to sigh, but there was no need to look like a fool. "I never thought I would come across someone worthy..." It was fair, Robin was very picky. Usually the brute had to look ridiculously dangerous, and he figured the male before him fit that bill nicely.
"Big fella like you would be able to keep me warm for a while." His words were blunt, the sheepish grin spreading across his face. "I know how you devilish mammoth looking males are; who needs any strings?" Robin had to be careful, after all. Especially after Jekyll. That male had squashed his heart in two, unfortunately. Pity that was.
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Post by Crys on Apr 29, 2014 11:24:00 GMT -5
Nails
Nails rolled his single eye, mouth still open in that split, panting grin. What’s your sexual frustration, guy? He wanted to ask, and almost did, but it sounded like too much work. A series of secret trysts? The unrequited branch of a triad? Or simple loneliness. The ever plaguing loneliness. Driving one to this silly dance, twirling around each other’s tongues and bodies, meeting and breaking apart. Breaking, breaking, ragged edges that never quite lined up again. Malformed, disjointed. Robin’s fleeting bow, only minutes passed.
“Worthy?” Nails grunted, amused. Worthy. Worthy. Of what? Of you? He gave another breathy snort, and a yawn. ”What a nice thought.” He relished in the man’s dissecting gaze. The same predatory eyes. Hungry. Starving, even. Taking in his imposing figure like a sip of bitter wine. Nails didn’t preen, didn’t pose. Just sat there with frost in whiskers, and the faintest hint of blood staining his chin. Swooning at such a face told more tales than lips ever could.
”Keep you warm?” Nails repeated. He rose from his haunches to return to his languid pacing, now no mind at all paid to the leg that had gone numb with cold. ”A devilish mammoth to keep you warm? Is that what you think I am?” He curved his path toward him, drawing near him- and then he lunged, jaws parted to clamp onto his ruff.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2014 12:38:35 GMT -5
Selfish was an inevitable way with Robin, and his eyes in that yellow color seemed to be burning up the more he looked at the male. So much had gone into that life, the shadow that hung overhead. It made him powerful, it made him untouchable. It caused a stab of envy, and his want was inevitable as he ran his tongue over his lips.
The result of his words seemed to be taken with a little bit of an offense. His paws pushed up to his full height, the expectation was shining in his eyes. The movement was light as he moved carefully, and his ears swished on his head. Licking his lips, and head lifted as he watched him come. The burning started in his chest, and his whine was one filled with appeasement. It was too late, and his scruff was grabbed.
Gasp expelled out of his mouth, but he did not resist. Instead, Robin just faintly sunk in the hold. Laughter was light on the air. "Instead, I'll be whatever you wish," His words were breathy, "But without sounding like a bit of a fairy..." Ah, but on the other hand he was being a fair bit of a whiner. Lonely.
"I'm not looking to give in to anything more than a bit of warmth." The shine in his features was enough to make things clear. "I just can't handle getting attached." Wiggling lightly, he attempted a faint struggle.
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Post by Crys on Apr 29, 2014 14:35:28 GMT -5
Nails
Nails gave a muffled chuff around his mouthful of fur. He tasted blood- not a little, just enough to know he’d punctured the skin. And then he let go, nuzzling up Robin’s neck with the side of his face. A purely affectionate gesture, his nose burrowing damply into his fur. He licked the back of Robin’s ear before parting. His expression had turned to something hard to place, a distant look of distaste and pleasure, and of loathing, and of lust. ”You want me to be your devil?” he said, those glimpses of emotions starkly disappearing.
He circled very close now, the tip of his tail brushing his chest as he passed. Rubbing up against him, down his back, against his hindquarters, pushing him with the pressure of his gait. Breathing deep. “No,” he said. “No, I’m not going to grovel in your muck. Not so easily. When you’re pleading for everyone, open and steaming and oh, so eager. No.”
But still, he leaned against him. Shifting his weight to depend on him for balance. Voice low, almost a whisper. “But I will be your devil. When you plea, it will be for me. When you ache, and cry, and wake at night screaming without a voice. When you hear the flies. When you throb with want, in your throat, in your gut, in every vein, and everything’s so blurry you forget what you’re begging for. I am your devil, and I will fucking ruin you.”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2014 14:49:46 GMT -5
Did Robin really come across as so desperate? Well, in retrospect, that was what he was. There was nothing that would turn him off from a proper male who could rule his world for a little while, and the delight shined on his features. Oh, being manhandled was just lovely, it was like a dirty little addiction that could not be ignored.
Breathing deeper, the male tried to keep himself righted. Oh, he tried, although his legs might have trembled faintly. Eagerness was not something he was about to give into, not yet, but Robin offered a curled tail and a rumble of delight. "Absolutely," His voice breathed, and his eyes twinkled. "Become the ruler of every little dark thought that passes through my mind." His Devil, well, Robin was looking to go to hell for his actions.
Tail swished, and the grin split his features. He pushed back against the lean, drunk on the attention he was getting. It was rude that he was tormenting him, but Robin took the opportunity to bury his nose in the side that was closest to him, offering a gentle nip. Yes, he was bleeding, but it didn't matter. He could have a chunk torn off his shoulder for all this male wanted, and he would still worry about getting a little bit of his own taste in return.
"Quite unfair how I wanted to seduce you..." Drawling, his head leaned back as the male swallowed hard, "When it seems like you're taking utter control of the situation, my lord of darkness."
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Post by Crys on Apr 30, 2014 9:57:40 GMT -5
Nails
Nails could feel bile rising in his throat but he forced it back down. He showed no sign of it but another stink added to his breath. Dancing, dancing, world spinning. The press of a warm body against him. Hungry, starving. The male chirped in his ringing ears like the bird he was named for. Robin, mark of spring, in his shadow. He sighed, a heavy sigh, with a dank perfume. It could have been a shudder of ecstasy. He pulled away and spit in Robin’s face.
”Lord of darkness?” He said, no longer touching him but still standing uncomfortably close. He sounded genuinely annoyed now. The nip had pinched and even stung, like the wafting smell of a fine meal. Enticing, but. This animal would not be his redemption. Dirty, filthy, rank already from Nails’ tainted caress. ”What an empty title. I’m a monster, pet. Nothing more, nothing less.”
Unthinking, unfeeling, nothing but the burning ache and the need to run, run, run. Ensnare and destroy. Mindless. Buzzing. Buzzing, buzzing, itching. Nails flicked his tail in agitation, and he contorted his body to pull his leg to his mouth. Scabs crunched in his teeth, and a fresh trickle of blood stained his fur. With it was that satisfying shiver of pain. He looked at Robin as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, then dropped the leg and resumed his ragged, hulking posture.
”How do you taste?” he crooned, licking his own bitter blood from his maw.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2014 12:16:17 GMT -5
Glazed eyes welcomed the closeness, and he realized that there was no art to being able to play games with the devil before him. At once it fascinated him, caused him to almost salivate with the joy. It was a new challenge, something to look into that would result in him crying out with delight or so he hoped. Head tipped to the side, and his tail swished, and his mouth opened wordlessly with the correction.
"Of course," His agreement was instant, although there was an arrogance in those yellow eyes that proved he would have liked to argue. Robin liked his word games, playing soft. Being blunt and to the point was an adjustment that he never would have wagered he would need to consider. Not with such a dreadfully enriched male, but his muzzle leaned out, ears forward at the male grabbed his own leg.
Alert shine to his features proved he was eager to indulge, the low laugh rolling out of his throat. "How do I taste?" Sly words purred out of his mouth, even as the male suddenly backtracked. Yes, he was offering back, paws taking him away from the male.
"Why don't you find out?" Taunt was soft, before his body dropped in the faintest offer of play, growling softly. A dare; something to play. Yes, Nails had called himself nothing short of a monster. It was just what Robin liked in the end.
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Post by Crys on May 12, 2014 10:35:43 GMT -5
Nails
Robin’s pleasure was disquieting. There was something missing, something ruined by the fact he didn’t struggle. Is that really how it is, he thought. Can’t get it up unless they’re crying? Nails rolled his single eye, at himself rather than anything Robin had done. But there was still some appeal. Still meat to chew, and oh, how he longed for that. How he hungered.
“Better than you smell, I hope,” Nails said with a hint of a smirk. He was circling again, just out of reach. His fur was bristled with agitation, but his eye remained calm. Cold, penetrating, but calm. Not a threat, not right now, but a promise. He lazily strode forward again, no growl or lunge, just his gaze meeting Robin’s striking yellow. A kind of venom of their own, Nails thought. He walked forward until they were close enough a tilted head might cause their noses to touch. And then he licked up the bridge of Robin’s muzzle, from the tip of his cold nose to up between his eyes.
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