I only call you when it's half past five

N/A · 11-13-2015, 07:31 PM

The faintest grin would curl at the corners of Gethin's lips when she came to sit beside him on her own accord. He could even feel her relaxing as their sides touched, pulling even more of a smile to his lips. He wouldn't comment on it, but he would curl his tail around her flanks possessively while they ate. It wasn't often that he came across a woman as easily persuaded as she had been. He could only immagine what it was that had brought her to this state. As someone who had his fair share of demons he could sympathize. That didn't keep him from using hers to his advantage though.

He let his gaze come back to rest fully on Isolde once again when she spoke her thanks. "No need to thank me," he replied, his voice rumbling with its naturally bass tones. "I always take care of my queens." He dipped his head to nuzzle into her neck and nibble gently at the edge of her jaw, trailing little nips and kisses up across her cheek till he reached her ear. For a few moments he just savored his new prize and everything that she was in silence. He was insatiable and he knew it.

"Come on," he instructed her softly after a little while of nibbling lightly at her soft fur and covering her in gentle licks. He pulled himself up to his paws, his ruby gaze on her to make sure she followed his lead. "My brother will be waiting on me, I've got to get back to him." It wasn't uncommon for him to find a woman to have some fun with, nor was it uncommon for him to stay out all night with whoever he had chosen to make his for the night. It was a little more unusual for him to bring his girls back home with him, where ever "home" might be that day. He didn't explicitly tell Isolde to come with him, but he was sure she would.

He walked over to the two remaining rabbits from his hunt and picked up one to take to Seneca. The last he would leave for some random passer by to find and take. He come back over to her to brush his side against hers before leading the way to the den that he had left Seneca in the night before. It wasn't a long walk and for the ten minutes or so that they were walking he would remain in silence, mostly because of the rabbit that was dangling from his jaws.

As soon as they got near the den Gethin could tell something was out of place. His eyes narrowed and his shoulders tensed. His brother's scent was still heavy here, but it was stale. He picked up his pace, no longer concerned with keeping his side even with Isolde's. He hurried forward toward the den, dropping the rabbit a few feet away from the den and leaving it forgotten. He stuck his head in the den and his dark-gray tipped ears fell back against his head with a frustrated growl. His brother was gone. He had no way to know how long he had been gone and from what he could tell from what scent still lingered he was sure it was far too long for him to try and track him now. "Damn it, Sen, I tell you to do one thing," he growled, his hackles bristling. He turned away from the den to face Isolde again, anger rolling off of him in waves. Protectiveness, frustration, and helplessness fueled his furious energy. A heavy sigh passed his lips before he grit his teeth and forced himself to sit back on his haunches.

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