[drink deep of battle] IP: 92.19.98.244 Posted on December 6, 2014 at 07:20:23 PM by Achilles
Achilles found it unforgivably rude that Dorian chose to ignore him threatening to burn his tongue off. He found Dorian’s explanation extremely confusing. Was this wolf perhaps… a homosexual? God forbid, that would be disgusting! “Yes it does!!! It does become redundant!!” he exclaimed, looking at the male with an expression of both disbelief and horror. “Unless you’re…you’re…” he struggled to find the words to describe homosexuality. Things clicked in his head and he realised why the other male hadn’t given the female a second glance. It didn’t occur to him that sexuality wasn’t black and white; he didn’t understand it. He just knew that some males liked other males, and the idea scared him. Was it that Dorian was interested in Achilles? In that way? Achilles didn’t know how to feel about this, all he could think about was how being called “pretty” had struck a very strange nerve in his body.
It certainly surprised Achilles to see Dorian teleport so quickly after the female had escaped. All fake empathy had disappeared from Dorian’s voice now and Achilles watched in disbelief as he used the bind blessing on his female. “You can’t do that!” Achilles growled. “She’s my prize! Mine! I don’t need your help.” He thought that it was very rude what Dorian was doing, and also very peculiar. Quite possibly he was helping Achilles with the female because he thought Achilles was attractive. He had called him “pretty”, after all. Achilles didn’t blame him. But the wolf soon cursed himself for being pleased at the idea of another male finding him attractive, and this frustration sparked into anger. “I don’t know what you want from me, but you’re not getting it!” he exclaimed, but he didn’t close his mouth when he was finished. Almost immediately after finishing speaking, he let a stream of fire breath escape his muzzle, aiming directly at Dorian’s chest. Usually, he’d aim for the face, but Dorian hadn’t done that much wrong. At least, that’s what Achilles told himself, avoiding the fact that he actually quite liked Dorian’s face.