A quiet evening

E R E B U S


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there seemed to be a game of underestimation that these two played in. while it would irritate him later, he entertained her for now. his left ear flickered in agitation of being compared to others. a natural rebel, he wanted to do opposite of her past suitors. and if it was spitting her out in distaste,.. he would. he sighed, jowls opening slightly as his fangs clicked. "I hate competition." his gaze stares downwards for only a brief moment before shooting back up at her.
she's daring as she comes to circle around him. standing his ground, the male closely watched her; his tail erect between taut flanks. humming, he said with a casual tone, "how do you know how dangerous I am?" she played at him and he, at her.
he doesn't allow her out of his sight-, moving his larger body towards her head on before standing still again. intending to interrupt and interject her, erebos was not one to be chased or preyed on. it's apparent her guard is up- but why? he could not imagine her traumas-, nearly wanting to shudder them off himself. healthy externally but it was obvious of her sickly nature. a lost identity trying to keep itself safe. "I suppose you have threatened me." he speaks with slight disappointment. expecting more from her than this standoffish attitude of a teen. "You are beautiful. But you are not deserving of my fight." he releases a guttural growl; a warning for her. "I do not care to force my carnal desires upon women." I do not need to. wanting to correct her obvious implements, his ears flattened for a moment. "You mistake my interest. While you are fuck worthy, you are also worthy of dignity, are you not?" his tone was daemonic. she expected lowly of him; judged him too quickly and named him hastily. oh, what dangers she seemingly begged for. patient with her for now, erebos did his best to understand her at the expense of his mild temper.


"talk" 'think'