Toxicity knew that while mating with one male during heat was good, it was important to have a backup. Any number of things could thwart her plans and she wasn't willing to have one weak-spermed male be the cause of it. If possible, Toxicity would like to have two or three potential donors for her cause. She could let God choose who becomes the father of her litter, this way hopefully none of them would be able to decide later to become a dad or something. She could claim multiple relations. Her journeys took her farther than expected, but she scented another male on the wind and made her way towards it, wasting no time.

Hyperion was minding his own business exploring the plateau when a woman on a mission came into view. She looked set on something and seeing as he was blocking a narrow path down a rocky crevice with a map and charcoal, well, he decided it was in his best interest to step aside and let the lady pass lest she steamroll him and all of his belongings. He really didn't want to have to brush pawprints off his map or the back of his head if she decided to just go through him. Seemed like a spot of unnecessary drama, you know?

Using a paw he quickly scraped the charcoal aside and then lightly kicked the hide into rolling over on itself so she could step through. Dutifully he then backed up as far as he could without leaving his belongings exposed to careless feet or ramming his backside into the stone wall. It didn't leave a lot of room for her to get by, but what was a big guy to do? Wordlessly he dipped his head to her, his expression trying to convey his chagrin at being in the way while not encouraging her to stop for a conversation. Not that he thought she was going to stop for him. After all, she looked like she had places to be.

While Hypertion didn't think she would stop, she did. He had moved aside, nodded her through, but she drew close then just... stopped. Her eyes level as she looked the male up and down. He looked familiar but definitely wasn't. Tox did her best to step into her persona of what she liked to think was a version of her mother but better. Unfortunately for Tox, better meant more proper and that made her less overall willing to fling herself at whatever moved but now here she was passing judgement on her mother instead of getting laid.

Tox blinked as she finished looking at the man with a deep sigh that was meant to in some way be attractive, "Um... hey there."

Dutifully he waited for the woman to pass with one paw holding back the hide that was most definitely going to unroll the moment her paws were out of striking range. Any second now, any secon- wait what was happening. The woman stopped and sized him up causing Hyperion to do the same out of instinct. She cut an interesting figure. Tall - taller than him, even - with unusual markings topped with even more unusual scars that appeared to have been made deliberately. And here this strange, strangely marked woman was eying him up like a piece of meat.

He blinked once in surprise and then, realizing a woman was trying to make conversation with him, switched gears. His eyes narrowed minutely and a crooked smirk played at the corners of his lips as his gaze became appreciative. It was a carefully cultivated look he would never admit to having perfected in the reflection of a pond, but he totally had. "Hey yourself," he said with a purr. "Something I can help you with?"

As she spoke, the man's expression changed for the better. Toxicity did her best to emulate his face and his demeanor. He asked if he could help her and Tox hummed, saddling herself up just a little closer to him, "You can, I hope." She looked him up and down pointedly. She might have taken more time to flirt, but she wanted to get this over with. She didn't care about the details, she knew what she came for. "I'm not going to waste your time. I have... Desires." She leaned into his space a little, her voice going quiet, 'Is that something you can help me with?"

Oh hot damn wasn't this just his luck. Score for the pretty face yet again. That the woman was more than a little awkward was lost on Hyperion. He was conceited enough to think it was because he was just so damn pretty. Who wouldn't throw themselves at such a fine specimen and get a little weak in the knee about it, you know? He knew what he looked like and this was yet another event that further solidified his high opinion of himself. It didn't matter if the start was clumsy; his ego was big enough to smooth out any hiccups.

Hyperion stepped forward, forgetting about the map entirely until it unrolled and bumped into the back of his paw. He kicked it to the side. If it got messy he'd just make a new one. "You're in luck," he murmured back as his attention narrowed down to her mouth. Hyperion could see just a hint of shine on her lower lip as his eyes traced the curve of her lips. He was tempted to touch them and the thought of what she might be willing to do with them was exciting. He took in the bigger picture again, his gaze returning to hers. "Desire? I know a thing or two about that." Unless she had a serious change of heart and rebuked him, Hyperion was hers. There was no chasing him off, no scaring him away. He had his sights set with single minded intensity on one thing.

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Toxicity wasn't really in this for the love or the intimacy or even the dick. None of those things drew her to this encounter. It was all for the promise of pups that she could rear. Pups that would continue the Abraxas bloodline. This poor fella had no idea what he was getting into but that was fine. He was just the catalyst for this reaction and the rest was between her and God.

Willingly, Tox gave into his affections and aimed to return them with some of her own as the two came together into one in the retired war ground.

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