stay happy there
11-06-2015, 10:48 AM
Áki had always been an affectionate man, to some extent; he had too much love in his heart to not give it freely. And yet the wolves in Alacritia were so much different than the ones he had grown up with. They were riddled with anxieties and fears - they lived in the past, in the tangled web of politics and obligations they wove for themselves. They were not free, not many of them, but Valentine - despite his obvious position as ruler over these wolves, and his duty to them - he was different. He had felt more out of touch with his surroundings, with his gods than he was used to, but suddenly he felt alive; the barn and the metal structure in front of him breathed life into him and he found himself grinning suddenly.
He watched as Valentine drew himself up on the structure, gaze trailing along the slight arch of his back as he stretched upward. But he was moving again a moment later, flicking his tail and aiming to let the tip graze along Valentine's thigh. The worst case scenario would be that he would move away - or maybe try to bite his tail off for being flirtatious after being invited into his home - but instead he turned to nip at his tail. He had no issue with the contact - their bodies were for being used, for being enjoyed, and though Valentine was a new acquaintance to him he had no qualms with getting to know him in other ways, though he didn't want to overstep his boundaries.
"Tell me, Valentine," he would begin after a moment of thought. "You rule Imperium alone, do you not? Do you have no mate? The wolves you rule must throw themselves at the feet of such a handsome King." There was an air of jest and more flirtatiousness in his tone; the idea of giving into the power of another wolf was absolutely absurd to him, but it seemed commonplace here. It wasn't mere conversation, either, but a... less-than-subtle way to see how Valentine responded to his interest.
He watched as Valentine drew himself up on the structure, gaze trailing along the slight arch of his back as he stretched upward. But he was moving again a moment later, flicking his tail and aiming to let the tip graze along Valentine's thigh. The worst case scenario would be that he would move away - or maybe try to bite his tail off for being flirtatious after being invited into his home - but instead he turned to nip at his tail. He had no issue with the contact - their bodies were for being used, for being enjoyed, and though Valentine was a new acquaintance to him he had no qualms with getting to know him in other ways, though he didn't want to overstep his boundaries.
"Tell me, Valentine," he would begin after a moment of thought. "You rule Imperium alone, do you not? Do you have no mate? The wolves you rule must throw themselves at the feet of such a handsome King." There was an air of jest and more flirtatiousness in his tone; the idea of giving into the power of another wolf was absolutely absurd to him, but it seemed commonplace here. It wasn't mere conversation, either, but a... less-than-subtle way to see how Valentine responded to his interest.
