Ladies Night!

In silence and shadow, Nero watched the three faes as they got into the hot spring and began to talk and flirt with one another. Scylla dipped a bottle of something into the water, then a moment later bubbles began to rise from the water as the clean scent of rain and sea salt rose above the smell of sulphur. Nero cocked an eyebrow. Scylla liked dismembering and stuffing dead animals and taking bubble baths, apparently. What a strange woman... The other two—introducing themselves as Enyo and Daenerys—began to banter back and forth with his Sovereign. Scylla opened a skein and took a long swig, offering it to the others, but not before her mismatched gaze landed on the bushes he was hiding behind. Shit, could she see him? Did she know he was here watching them? No, surely not. He had impeccable camouflage. He was a master of stealth hidden by foliage and shadow. No one would be able to see him if he remained perfectly still...

Scylla offered the other ladies some fun and Daenerys and Enyo responded with sapphic interest, Enyo seeming particularly... predatory with her intentions. Nero's gaze was locked on her. Of the three, she seemed the most direct, the most dominant. If things turned bloody, she would be the greatest threat. She intrigued him in such regard. The three faes consumed whatever was in Scylla's skein, making thinly veiled innuendos to one another and the ancient dire brute began to wonder if he was about to bear witness to an impromptu threesome in the springs. The coil in his belly tightened at the mere thought. Was this what Scylla had come here for tonight? An easy lay with strangers? Nero's golden eyes turned back to Scylla again, as if meeting her gaze through the bushes, imagining how often she found herself tangled up with strangers in these springs. A heat bloomed in his belly, a tension growing between his legs, his paws flexing and claws raking at the dirt.

A sudden cry from overhead almost made the brute jump, he was so lost in his own imagination. Eyes darting up, Nero spotted the falcon circling overhead. His pallid lips pulled back from sharp fangs in a silent snarl. Fucking bird... There was a loud splash, and then Enyo was up out of the water, tense and ready to fight as she called out demanding he reveal himself. Nero briefly considered remaining where he was just to be stubborn, but what point was there with that damned bird like a drone overhead? Rolling with eyes with an exasperated sigh, Nero rose. If she wanted to see him, then her wish would be granted.

The brush was all but crushed under the gigantic paws of the ancient dire brute, the massive wolf pushing through the foliage like it wasn't even there. Wood snapped and splintered under his paws as Nero stepped out toward the hot spring, an impassive, almost indifferent expression on his face as he studied the three faes in the steaming pool of bubbly water. Aurelian eyes darted from one wolf to the next, lingering on Enyo and Daenerys as he considered the strangers with his Sovereign. Calculated his option and his maneuvers if things turned violent. Out in the open, standing at his full height, Nero towered over all three of them. Even Enyo, the largest of the bunch, was minuscule compared to him. Powerful muscles rippled underneath the plush arctic white fur with each step, only stopping once he was a single bound away from the pool, standing there in the crimson moonlight, his coat almost glowing a faint sanguine red in the bizarre moonlight.

Nero said nothing for a long moment, just looking between the three faes before his gaze ultimately landed on Enyo and stayed there. "Not what you were expecting to come out of that bush, were you?" Of all the things she'd probably thought, Nero doubted fuck-huge ancient dire wolf was on her bingo card. His gaze then swept over to Scylla as he addressed her. "I thought you might want some company. I see you've already found some." He motioned to Enyo and Daenerys, curious to see how each of the other ladies reacted to his presence—Enyo in particular. If she responded with violence... well, Nero could already count four ways he could dispatch of her.

"Scylla & Nero"