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Past torture proved an effective try again on the intimidation factor. The male was content to move himself where he was requested, and the fact that he seemed to be playing a topsy turvy game with someone who was not confident they wanted to play was enticing in itself.  So his tail swished and he watched the stiffness come about the male, and it caused him only want to appease the displeasure.

Bowing his head, his mouth opened in attempt to process the veiled insult. It was the norm, he was realizing from the monster, and his tail swished with a show of delight. When the male came close enough, after the touch, he pushed his own head along the far side. Seeing the blood, his mouth opened lightly as he leaned down and ran his own tongue over the blood.

The bitter taste was almost too much for him, but he still ran his tongue over the open wounds a few slow times. Once he had an appropriate taste, the sigh rolled off his lips. "Well, nothing wrong with a little taste of blood anyway on a good day..." His eyes shined, as intrusive as any other wolf could have been. Robin was just bold enough to do it. "How'd you get to be so bloody anyway, monster?"

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Nails

The look in his eye mellowed slightly, drifting half-closed as Robin prodded his wound with his tongue. He had an impulse to lash out, to grab Robin’s nape and throw him to the ground. But there was a humor in this. Dirty blood from a dirty wound into a dirty mouth. He felt self-satisfied with this thought, and imagined Robin as a mosquito, flitting about and leeching blood. Growing fat through cannibalistic feeding. He laughed, a single low breath.
”Cheers to that,” Nails said with a snort.
He flexed his toes, cracking scabs that had formed between his pads. That was more irritating than the wound itself, more painful, and it was causing his foot to swell. It looked bad, and was getting worse.
”Stepped on a rock,” he said blandly. ”Got stuck, I pulled it out.”
It was almost revolting that something that small could evolve into something like this. All the serious damage had come from his own worrying jaws. He licked his lips and quirked a crooked grin, showing a few too many teeth.
”What about me, then?” he asked. ”Am I tantalizing? Do I thrill you?”

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Once Robin knew he was safely pulled back, his eyes ran over the appearance of the male once again. It would be something that simple, wouldn't it? Just a rock, soemthignt aht could cause so much torment. But the frown played on his face for a moment, peering at the wound again. That should have healed a little nicer, should it have not? The likelihood of infection--

Not that he cared, not at all! This was a stranger, someone to play with. The reminder shook the orange male, strictly pushing himself back on the right path. This was not a game he could lose, there would be no emotions involved. No matter how stony the other male was, Robin was not such a firm believer in being blunt; he liked his emotions. Except for when they destroyed him from the inside out.

"You taste like the dirtiest poison," His words were just as soft as usual, his tail swishing with the words he uttered. The grin with too many teeth was returned though, feeling the urge not to back down from the matter at hand. "Enough to make a poor soul like me want to cower in your glory, to be sure."

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Nails

Nails gave a pleased little hum from the back of his throat, a rumble that was almost a growl. His waning aggression was making way for a deep weariness, something that hid just beneath the surface and bubbled up to claim him on an inconvenient whim. The cold begged for him to stay alert, battling his aching body and foggy mind. But he felt for now that he’d won something, even if it had been an easy game. Something had happened today, something had been changed, been claimed. He had burrowed under Robin’s flesh and planted a little of himself there.
“Tell me,” Nails drawled lazily, his eye drifting half closed, “Is there a den suitable for a monster near?”