Something New

Kavik was playing a dangerous game and he knew it. The flirtatious dance he and Manea had been tangoing together up until now had suddenly shifted in its dynamic. Now there were mines on the dance floor. Manea wasn't just some pretty fae he was trying to bed down for a pleasant evening. There were much deeper connotations at work here with much greater rewards at stake. Manea was an alpha, a leader of a pack she had established herself. Not only that, but Manea was also spoken for by an as of now unknown male, a challenger and an obstacle he would need to overcome. The game they were playing had been kicked up a notch, but instead of being deterred, it was the opposite. Kavik was intrigued and excited by the new challenge and the prospect of being able to beat out an opponent. If he played his cards right, perhaps this would be the start of building a lasting bridge between himself and the enigmatic and alluring Manea Mendacium.

He had asked her if her mate would take issue with her spending an evening alone one-on-one with a strange brute, and Kavik couldn't help the amused smirk crossing his lips while Manea looked him over once more in unabashed appraisal. He reclined into a more leisurely posture, letting Manea look him over and showing he had no qualms as she did so. He was quite proud of his body and physique, and showing off to the pretty ladies that liked to ogle him was a nice boost to the ego as well. When you have something worth showing off, why not let others enjoy it? The white dire gave the violet fae all the time she needed to process whatever thoughts were going on in that head, and after a spell, he was rewarded with a smirk from Manea and her confirming that he should stay. Kavik gave a rumbling chuckle in his husky voice, that suggestive grin creeping its way over his lips once more while a brow raised in intrigue. "Then I'll gladly stay and let him take issue with me. You're proving to be worth the risk of pissing him off," replied the suave dire brute with a devil-may-care attitude.

Reading into her invitation for him to stay and incur the wrath of her absent mate, Kavik decided to press his luck just a smidge with his companion for the evening. "So, if exclusivity isn't your strong suit, I suppose you wouldn't mind if I... did this?" With a daring grin on his muzzle, Kavik rose smoothly to his paws, muscles shifting and rippling with his movements beneath his short coat. He slid one massive paw beneath the deer carcass and, with a rippling flex, tossed it aside and out of the way. With nothing between them, the pale brute closed the distance between them with a few graceful steps, moving to stand over her before leaning his head down and bringing a massive paw up to catch Manea by the jaw, using a gentle yet insistent pressure to tilt her muzzle up to claim her lips with his own. Icy blue eyes remained on Manea's face for a brief moment, wanting to see her reaction to his move before letting them drift closed while he kissed her, pale lips parting her own with a little pressure to slide his tongue into her maw. It was a bold advance to go from casual chitchat to making out with her, but if Kavik's hunch was right, something told him Manea would enjoy his bravado and daring to take charge of her with the intention of pissing off her mate and pleasing this gorgeous femme.

"Kävik av Fjellen"