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n e v e r w a s a n d n e v e r w i l l be The day was to be a peaceful one. Artimus had come here with the original intentions of dragging his vile brother, Luminous, back home with him but that plan had gone to pot when Lum had decided to vanish into thin air. Minimal time had been spent searching for him, but Art had not bothered all too much. After all, this place, Moladion, was not half bad and it seemed that at least a handful of the wolves around the place weren't complete idiots. Then again, perhaps he had spoken too soon. He was lounging as it were, the doe he had easily taken for his own earlier resting against his front paws. Their usual golden and creme hue was darkened considerably, but it wasn't something that a pleasant dip in the freezing streams wouldn't fix. The cold was actually something the large male had always enjoyed, and the thought is enticing- but the approach of another at his back rightside has his thoughts cut short and his hackles rising. The voice that calls out to him though- it's deadly laced with sweet. It doesn't try to hide from it, rather, it welcomes him, entices him- dares him. Lazily turning his crimson stained jaw upon his shoulders, his amber gem eyes marked with white to give the appearance of a gradient take in the impressive fourm of a dark female. She is dusted in gold though, upon her shoulders though most of this is obscured from view. He is, afterall, on the ground before her with his meal on display. The growl she gives him just after speaking is answered in turn, his golden hackles upon his own shoulders standing ridgid and his dark lip twitching upward ever so slightly. He stares at her then for a long moment, without a word and unblinking- and though he is below her he has no problem watching her levely, and should she come closer than perhaps five feet of him he would maybe then bother to stand and show how evenly matched they were. For while she herself was impressive, he was equally so in his masculine glory. Still watching her, he's given to allow his long pink tongue to lazily swipe along his bottom jaw, enjoying the blood that still lingered there and the warmth of it. Then he's parting his handsome creme and gold jaws to speak, his gaze never leaving her own. 'I wasn't aware that sheep had taste for blood.' The smirk then adorning his features is one most amused, and though before he had been content in his easy loungue- he now felt an urge and so allowed it to sweep his limbs upward and his frame to follow suit. Now they were truly even, the same height and even it seemed the same mass, for the most part. Eyeing her frame and all it had to offer, he's lethal and shameless in his observation, his jaw tilting ever so slightly to the right as he watched her. 'Tell me- what sort of sheep do you play with?'He was tempted then to step closer to her, and he gives in, but only half way. It's a small space but his paw is moving closer to her, the expression in his gaze turning to one of challenge to see if she would meet him head on or turn away. After all- it was she that had come upon him, interrupted his meal.. and there were times where one had to face the consequences of their actions. Artimus wondered idly if this would be such a time. ⁶ ⁶ ⁶ |