Hot Pursuit

He hadn't bothered to pay attention to the what the pinkie man was saying because he frankly didn't care. What he did care about was the fact that this man, king or not, was standing in his domain, his kingdom, talking to his wife and he wanted him out. He didn't care what he was here for, he just wanted him out. And it was apparent that he would spend all night here whispering sweet nothings to his little angel when he had absolutely no business doing so and he wasn't going to stand for it.


Another snarl worked its way free of his peeled canines, ivory and ebony ears flattening his skull, tail lashing in irritation behind him. Your boyfriend feels threatened. Cherokee wasn't one for violence. He had always been a quiet sort of guy, the nicest one around, but lately the ebony knight had become more and more angry and easily agitated and this pink little man was testing his patience, especially with the way he had just addressed him. Boyfriend. Jaws snapped together, bi-colored gaze narrowing with burning distrust as he took a step forward, angling his body so that he was his left shoulder was in front of Song's right one, his body partially shielding her. Watch your tongue pink boy, her husband and King doesn't take kindly to others. If you're here for business, state it. Don't come here with your silver tongue to sweet talk my wife. If an allegiance is what you seek, then prove your worth. Nape would extend downwards, chin slightly tilting towards his chest, hoping that Song wouldn't be too upset with him for having overstepped himself. She was the primary alpha, but Ludicael was his responsibility as well and he wasn't getting a good feeling from this pink man.


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