A Story of Marble and Ice

Oh, what a lovely night that the fawn-colored brute wished he was able to have. It was only recently he got into a situation where he may have lost his voice, and now he had to concern himself with a piece of waste whom, in retrospect, only wished to have his way with some unfortunate bystander who only thought he was going to find some civilized canine to speak with. Alas, that was not the circumstance here as his eyes quickly darted over to the other male, eyes narrowed into mere slits. How dare he bring his foul stench anywhere near him?! He was a demigod, therefore should be treated as such, even if he sometimes did not practice what he preached. Gods how he wished that he could be elsewhere and not have to deal with this situation. And, when this acquaintance decided to press his luck, that was the last straw for him, especially when he raised his buttocks in the air to show off his...things.

He would at least be respectful for now and look to the snow. Perhaps writing would be the only way he would be able to communicate as of right now, as to how he hadn't thought of an idea such as this sooner he hadn't a single clue. He made sure to turn his attention to what he was writing and wrote the name "Seker," in the snow for the male to read if he desired to know his name so much. His orbs stayed narrowed, showing that he was not pleased with the brute's actions by any means.