A Story of Marble and Ice

This male...had to be the most idiotic one he had come across on his adventures. If not even a snarl was leaving his throat, what could he think would be wrong with him? His eyes narrowed even more as the male made an advancement again. Calling him the 'strong and silent type'. At the moment, Seker wished that he was. He was not happy with the situation he caught himself in, and, it would seem that the brute was not going to get the message just by showing some mere facial expressions, in fact it seemed to edge him onward even more in his seductive behavior. But, at least the male had a glimpse of what he was like due to what this older male was doing, and that immediately put him on guard about himself for a couple seconds. But, when he made fun of his face, that was what drove him nuts as he lunged forward and pinned the male underneath him.

'If you want a strong male pinning you down, I'll do that, but only to show you what the actual fuck is wrong with me' he glared at him and lifted his crown upward to reveal slash marks that ran across his throat. The scars were still rather fresh and still had bits of dried blood within them despite the medics help of stitching him back up again. He prayed to the gods and goddesses that they would at least help him in this situation and that the male before him at least knew now why he was not able to show off his deep baritones. The brute already hated being mute, otherwise he would have already put this brute in this place. Now, it seemed more like a game to him if anything else.



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