Where Do I Go Tonight [Kaine/Abraxas]

ooc. Kaine is a nasty. This serves as a warning from here on out that they be a nasty.

The day was slow, warm. Lazing in the sunlight, the beast couldn't imagine the day being any better. Limbs sprawled out to the side, they rested on their side. Mismatched eyes shut, soft and slow breaths slipped through their nostrils. Not necessarily asleep, but far from wakefulness.

The day was ruined. A mournful song called from afar, genuinely pathetic. Unfortunately, the deity recognised it. Slowly, they would rise to their feet. A casual stroll towards the borders, that was the best they would do. After all, the little pixie had been the one to follow this time. They would savour the moment, as long as they chose to. Dappled banner flagging high, raised over their hips fearlessly, they traipsed onward. What, oh what, could draw her here after so long? The deity had assumed that she had chosen to wander off, seek out mayhem or whatever it is that claimed her heart. For the little amethyst doll to appear here, well that was asking for chaos. Luckily, that was the golden creature's speciality.

There she was. Lounging carelessly upon the borders of the empire, as though she did not recognize her mistake. Impassive features would twist with only the mildest form of curiosity, brow rising infinitesimally. "You are a fool to come here, little pixie." The beast drawled, lacking their usual debonair smile. "Did I not warn you? The Abraxas do not welcome the lesser beings so readily. Many of my brothers might have you for breeding fodder." It was a threat, a warning. The little pixie would not retain her brilliant spark here, not if Andras were around. Fuck, even Kaine themself was a creature to be reckoned with. "My sisters may use you for a test subject, even. I would think twice before you consider stepping into the waiting jaws of our empire." Surely someone would appear soon enough, and claim her for a brood queen. Perhaps a slave, even.

Immense form would draw closer still, testosterone oozing from every pore. Nostrils would flare to take in her sickly sweet scent. Ah yes, she was a lovely creature. They had almost forgotten. Sultry, rumbling lyrics would escape in a breathy volume, "You smell of adventure." Perhaps they would fuck her here and now, before anyone else had a chance to get their grubby paws on her. Claim her as his own. After all, it would be a disservice to allow the brutality of their kin to be her first experience with the Abraxas lovers.