Princess' Place [bwp][s] mouth of the devil

So meeting Reyes' sister had been...infuriating mostly, but also pretty weird. It left an odd taste in his mouth, a strange twinge in his back he couldn't shake loose. Marking the borders hadn't helped and even if he wanted to there wasn't really anyone he could talk to about it. Well, that was a lie. There was someone, but as luck-or misfortune- would have it, he didn't seem to be about. Not in the immediate vicinity anyway. For a while Askan thought about shoving it out of mind for now, so that he could continue going about his daily routine. But like a wriggly worm, it wouldn't keep still, wouldn't stop burrowing to the forefront of his mind, till it was all he could think about.

Askan caved soon after. He wasn't being needy, or anything equally as shameful, he just- he'd been through a very weird encounter and he craved the familiar. Yeah, that was it. Finding his mate's scent trail was easy enough, he'd recognise it anywhere. Could follow his scent to the ends of the earth if it meant seeing his mate's handsome face once more. God, he was one sappy bastard these days wasn't he? Sheesh.

Slowing to a trot, Askan came upon an opening in the forest, bright and spacious, a strange contrast to the dense, almost labyrinthine nature of the Falls. Sure enough, there he was. All broad and tall and- oh Hawthorne was there as well. So this is where she'd wandered off to, without Sachiel to boot. Times were changing indeed. Not only that but from the state of them and the disturbed flowers it seemed safe to assume that they'd been tussling, training perhaps? His lips ticked up into a small, if not pleased smile. Good, aside from himself Hawthorne couldn't find a better sparring partner.

He took a heavy step forward, tail waving behind him as he opened his mouth to say some greeting or another- only for his attention to snap to his left. They weren't alone, this really was getting out of fucking hand.

"Let's not howl at them this time, huh?" Askan couldn't help but smirk a little as he so just so happened to brush his shoulder with Reyes'. For Hawth, he gently whacked her with a swing of his tail. With them at his side he felt alive, Mari temporarily forgotten.

"Think we need to be a little more direct, they don't speak our language, clearly."

Askan & Reyes

(This post was last modified: May 06, 2018, 12:22 AM by Askan.)

“Nah. But I never—”

Reyes didn’t get to finish his line of thought, having followed Hawthorne’s gaze – and spotting the interlopers. His ears pressed backwards as he huffed, hackles already stiffening on his spine when they’d fallen only a moment ago. These vermin sure didn’t know how to take a hint, did they? Part of the man wondered why they were so damn determined to stick around an unwelcoming area. Worried him. What pushed them to behave so strangely?

He didn’t have much time to dwell on it, however, because out of nowhere, his mate had been summoned. The alpha had half a mind to snake forward and bite the man for such a petty insult – but thought the better of it, lip curling up instead as he continued to stare at the unwanted guests.

“Fine.”

Would he ever stop being wrong? It got fucking tiring, after a while. “By your lead, then.” He fell into line half a step behind Askan, clearly expecting Hawthorne to do the same.  He might not like admitting that he was wrong (which he did not do, thank you), but the pair of coyotes seemed to get the hint pretty quickly when three wolves came running at them.

It might have worked a little better than howling.  Maybe.

Fade.

(This post was last modified: Jul 18, 2018, 07:35 PM by Reyes. Edit Reason: Added fade. )