cruel intentions

just a wolf in wolf's clothing,


he hears her first; tones like honey and pure gold dancing on the very steams before his eyes. quickly, he adjusts his angular head, turning to his left to see a pair of glowing eyes looking back at him. Vadim's ears flatten as his brows furrow, making out her image that laid behind the thick sulfuric vapors. she makes him look rather bland, wearing a mix of colors with strange markings. a striking visage, presumably the one that belonged to the wench that dared to disturb him.
in his chest, he began to hum a threatening song that vibrated out his barrel-wide chest; a sort of growl that suggested many things. she surprised him mostly.. "Lovely indeed. Enjoying the view?" he taunted her partially with accented words, allowing himself to bask in her undivided attention. "How long have you been watching me, волк(wolf)." he confronted her with less of a question and more of a demand. vadim's tone was inflexible, gruff & throaty with a masculine depth to it. she was of lame size,- and it seemed the smallest wolves had the biggest balls. he couldn't be sure of her motives let alone spare her of his anticipations.


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