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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 Because the kill was still fresh, blood was prone to seep further into the golden creme of his jaw, turning the fur there a mixture of pristine gold and lovely russet. The contrast was stark, and the pleasant, constant flavour of blood against his tongue was indeed a pleasing thing. It showed even in her, the white wolf before her, as she turned to him, one moment a smirk adorning her features before the next she is coming at him, snarling and aserting herself over him. But the most he gives her is the silent rising of his hackles and the tensing of his muscles- they were both impressive beasts, but he held the smallest bit of mass above her. It was easy for him to remain stoic and deadly, ready for anything should she actually be foolish enough to take his prize. But if she perhaps asked sweetly enough, he might be generous enough to indulge on this particular day.. And then as quick as the show came it was gone, her venomous, honey tinged voice flowing in the air between them as she glances at the tawny creature still within his jaws. He dipped his skull down then, ever so slightly, and glancing up at her in a way with his amber jem eyes that gave a rather suggestive expression. As if to say 'want a piece?' It was challenging, and she may or may not take it- but beside that she decided to continue her speaking. Telling her it was the most fun she had had. Her idea of fun was amusing to Artimus, though he could rightly agree with it. There was a certain passion that came with fighting, with the art of sinking ones fangs into succulent flesh. It was something he knew much about- the scars littering his pristine golden and creme fourm showed this, though none were so deep as the scars she would undoubtedly hold when she healed. If she healed- though the male wolf expected no less of a wolf of her.. caliber. And his name- she spoke it slowly, at a pause, and it seemed she simply impressed without even trying. The sound of it rolling off her tongue was enough to ellict a deep and pleasant growl from the pit of his chest, and a half step forward on his part. There was just something about her and those ever bright, reflective neon eyes that almost drew him in. Almost. But Artimus was no fool- no, he never had been, and he never would be. Simply because it made it easier, and might give the appearance of making it easier for her, the massive wolf dipped his jaw down with ease, keeping his gaze locked on her as he gently placed the still intact fawn at his paws. He rose then, slowly, his movements fluid and easy and a sort of smug, amused expression across her features. See if she would take his bait. 'The only fun I've found around this place is a white phantom with the most peculiar gaze.' He was coy and amusing himself, though she herself may not find him as such. Beside the occasional spurt of dominance she seemed prone to give him, she seemed alright beside that. This figure. This.. Purge. 'But you like to vanish, don't you.. Purge.' He gave a lazy smile then as he mimicked her manner of speaking- pausing just before giving her voice and drawing the specific thing out. His own tones were deep, masculine- dangerous with a serrated edge that was only barely detected. She seemed to like danger, and Artimus wondered just how far that went. ⁶ ⁶ ⁶ |