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he was somehow found in between it all. caught up in things that he really didn't understand nor genuinely wanted. to some degree, he became rather inauthentic to his persona. was this how it would be? trading his dignity for political value? wasn't that the endgame? but there was no answer. not even a sigh from the massive brute who sought soltiude in order to gain closure. to better measure his agendas and examine their potential success. surely, a degree of deceit was needed. pertaining to widow, and everyone alike. he needed to bend rules to achieve his own grater satisfaction.
but there was more. a yearning he'd found. for.. his own thing. perhaps someone to soothe him from the jealousy he was bound to feel later on. or someone to fill in the gaps when he felt.. alone. it was all business to start. but what about after it? he craved for an intensity he could drink and fuck all night long- just him and her. but who? a mistress.. perhaps even a genuine lover outside his game of thrones. a secret double life with an outlet valuable to him. someone that was untouchable to others. a priceless desire.
the stress of his sex life was in the limelight. monogamy and polygamy were things he didn't think much about till recently. erebos was dominant & naturally not a male who shared his women. perhaps there could be an alternative to his problems and the complexity of his own preferences.
as erebos continued his thoughtful walk, the large male collided into the aroma of a female near by. an alluring, fresh scent. a newness to it that glimmered hope in him. hopefully he could decompress there, so he seeks the wolf out with a hard gaze- features stoic and firm.

"talk" 'think'

table by scarlet, art by ashon

She was close now, almost home. She could feel it in the way the heavy heat clung to her coat, the familiar weight of the humidity in her lungs. They had gone in search of a cure for Midas's seizures and while they hadn't found a remedy, the condition was at least under control

Fuji had left him resting, hoping she would catch one of her brothers in the area, someone familiar to pass word along to Tori that she was on her way back. While it would be easy enough to send her ibis ahead, she wanted to linger just a little longer, explore the world beyond the bamboo just a little more before retreating back into the sanctuary it provided. Besides, the grapevines overhead posed an interesting opportunity. If she could gather some, dry them correctly and store them away, perhaps they could be used as a poison down the track? And these maples, though devoid of leaves and strangled by vines, could they be tapped to draw out the syrup within? She knocked a curled horn against one of the trunks, knocking against the greyish furrowed bark. Perhaps an investigation for another day, if the bristling of Kenta's tail was anything to go off.

"speech"

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what was this? he approached the stranger in no time thanks to the hard knocking of horns to bark. his brows furrowed for a moment as he assessed the other from behind, pondering to go back or not. but he's pulled still with discovery of their horns. what was this creature? dressed in pink with long fangs with horns of a ram-, yet sized as a small, fat child. he exhaled through flaring nares as he thus sat from his few feet away, confused furthermore at what he was watching. "you cannot possibly think you'll achieve whatever it is..," he peered down then back up at the wolf with disapproval, "you're trying to do." he denied a chuckle and instead with all seriousness, awaited a reply.

"talk" 'think'

table by scarlet, art by ashon

Fuji's spine stiffened at the words that left the man's mouth, eyes narrowing and chin lifting as she turned to face him. For a small wolf, she'd certainly mastered the art of looking down her nose at others. She'd spent her whole life being underestimated based on her size alone, but her time with her grandmother had done little to dampen her insufferable pride. She squinted at the man, visibly weighing him up and clearly finding him wanting. "Why should I bother defendin' m'self ter a male so puffed up on 'is own sense of importance there’s barely 'nough space in th' clearin' fer his enormous head? If yer dunno what I'm tryin' ter do, perhaps yer should shut yer gob." She wasn't usually so talkative, but something about the stranger and his insistence on weighing in where an opinion wasn't asked for irked her.

Her nose wrinkled like she had smelled something unpleasant while she waited to see if he would react.

"speech"