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YOUNG AND A MENACE

It had been such a long time since Kaine had fucked someone. Last they could remember, it was that runt they had blinded and taken as he bled out. Fool deserved no less. Filled with the seed of a deity as he died, it was redemption for existing as such an abomination. The golden goliath had blessed the man. Now, a season or so later, Kaine was itching for it. They didn't want to sire any litters, not yet. Right now, it was simply an itch needing to be scratched.

Titanic form ambled up the side of the cliff. Powerful muscles strained as the angle became almost too steep to climb. Darkness had fallen long ago, and Kaine found themself blind to what lay underfoot. Adrenaline coursed through their veins, muddling with the crimson ichor that constantly flowed. It was a delightful workout, testing their divine form against one of the few things that dared hold itself above the Abraxas. Nature was the purest form of divinity, and Kaine found themself holding reverence for the world that currently housed them. It was no paradise, but somehow its violent ways were close enough. Steady breaths shuddered from the beast's lungs, tongue lolling as they reached the summit. The cool air was welcome.

Above, the stars twinkled. Taunting the deity with what they had not yet earned. A low growl rumbled through their chest. Mismatched gaze flit across the landscape, and landed upon the form of another. Who else had decided this jagged blemish of rock was the ideal place to stargaze?

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I THINK THAT GOD IS GONNA HAVE TO KILL ME TWICE

you keep me on the edge of my seat
i bite my tongue so you don't hear me

Vulcan decided that maybe it was time to start exploring the other areas of Auster. So instead of sticking to the eastern locations he would slowly make his way south. His sapphire gaze looking about as he entered a fjord, he could hear something nearby but he would decide to keep to himself for now. He simply continued on his way until movement caught his eye, watching a wolf trying to climb up the cliffs of the fjord. He almost laughed, but instead he clenched his jaw so he wouldn’t let it slip out. The last thing he needed was to grab the attention of another wolf and to be bothered again. So instead he just hoped he wasn’t seen and tried to walk away. The only thing that could catch his attention next is if the other wolf fell down, then he’d probably be cackling.

I GOT RAGE EVERY DAY; ON THE INSIDE ooc. sorry its so short D: The stranger was retreating. The stench of mortality dripped from his pelt. Regardless, the inky colours the man seemed to be covered with blended so nicely with the night. Sometimes, the deity wished they had taken to their father's colours. Amon and the rest seemed so much more threatening, awash with steels and charcoals. One brow would quirk upwards, curious as to why the mortal was fleeing so casually. Did the visage of a god threaten him so? "Why are you running, pretty boy?" They would coo, lips twisting into a saccharine smile. He was decidedly smaller than Kaine, but he did not look fragile. This one looked like he could put up quite a fight. A few more steps would be taken, pursuing the male with an absentmindedness that illustrated their level of interest. Playing games was fun and all, but in the end if he kept walking it wouldn't matter. The golden titan would seek out someone else, or enjoy the peace and quiet of the sea at night. "speech" ALL I DO IS SIT AROUND AND KILL TIME

you keep me on the edge of my seat
i bite my tongue so you don't hear me

God fucking dammit. It seemed like he had been spotted because he could just tell that the voice was directed towards him, it’s not like there was anybody else around either. Great, Vulcan was already in an irritable mood too. He just wanted to find a place to sleep and now this idiot was bothering him. He turned around, his sapphire gaze narrowing and his tail flicking in irritation. “I wouldn’t necessarily call it running,” he grumbled, as he had just been walking away trying to avoid a conversation. “And why does it matter?” he added.

YOUNG AND A MENACE

The golden devil would not have to want for a reply long at all. The male would turn to cast an icy glare upon the divine wolf, body hunched in the most testy of ways. He was bristling with barely contained fury. This one would buck like a devil, tear a chunk from their hide if he could. Delicious. He claimed he was not fleeing in the least, and questioned why the deity might care. A sly smirk would toy at inky lips, brow quirking impishly. Smug; that was the word for this expression.

"Simple curiosity, όμορφος." Saccharine tones would rumble, endearments falling from their tongue as easily as blood from torn flesh. This didn't seem like the type of man to hold a long conversation. Perhaps there was some other way to entertain him. So many things came to mind, none of them quite fit for the situation.

"If you're trying to sleep, I must say this is not the best place at all. The stars shine so brightly, and the moon's gaze falls upon this entire cliffside." They would add, making a simple guess at why he would be abandoning the splendid view before him. Haunches would fold slowly, lowering the beast onto the cooled earth. A casual sprawl of lanky limbs, intended to illustrate their disinterest in threatening the man. Much as mortal blood would satisfy them, the titan found themself intrigued by the grumpy male. Who had shit in his squirrel this morning? Or worse, pissed on his dinner?

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I THINK THAT GOD IS GONNA HAVE TO KILL ME TWICE