She was a torturous, wretched woman, teasing him like this when he couldn't do anything about it. And yet he loved it, craved it. She nosed at him and a shiver ran up his spine. She wanted to know if she should stop, he groaned - absent of an answer. "Yes..." he croaked. Then "No..." His mind was screaming at him, begging him to stop and to keep going all at the same time. There was no way he could do anything at this point, he was far too injured - they both were. But what was the harm in teasing? But there was harm in it, and he knew it. "Yes," he voiced with more determination and purpose this time. "We can't do this right now." He purposely sidestepped away from her, knowing that if he didn't remove himself from their close proximity he would change his mind in a heartbeat. "No matter how much we want to," he tacked on as an afterthought. His head twisted toward her with a disgruntled expression upon his face. "You should be taking it easy, Spitfire, if you wanna continue being such a temptress." If she died of her wounds there was no way she'd be able to keep on teasing him like this. He didn't want her to die.
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Kyarst is 2 years old, 142 lbs, and 36" tall. This is your warning. He is prone to acts of violence including but not limited to: maims, claims, dominance challenges, etc. He is also prone to foul language. Also, Lysis is allowed to pop into his threads whenever she pleases, as the two are almost always close to one another.
