the way we stalk, the way we kiss

The call for a raid sounded at the borders, far too close to the site of his den- where his family resided. With a blade slung across his shoulders, his macaque companion moving alongside him with an equally grim expression, the wraith followed in his lover's wake. Slender limbs carried his svelte form close to the ground, skull lower between narrow shoulders as he moved with years of skill and training behind him. Raids were common in his youth- hungry neighbours stealing food from his equally hungry family, training in battle by being forced to survive a raid or join a raiding party. He did not take it to heart in quite the way his husband did, though he was no less aware of the threat posed. They had children, they had a life here. Entertaining the possibility of their neighbours seeing them as a target for raids was not an option in his mind.

So as he made his way into the fray, it was abundantly clear that the altercation was well underway. Keeping his tail tucked loosely between his legs, ears flickering this way and that, the dark male sought out an unattended raider to harass. He felt no inclination to mutilate any of the offending parties today, perhaps he was growing soft and sympathetic in his old age. So many of the raiding party were young, likely about the same age as his own children. Sea foam gaze flitted from face to face, catching the fury of his lover advancing on a mottled young male.

For now, it was just a waiting game. Somehow he suspected he would soon be set upon by one of the countless giants that seemed to be on the opposing team...