HiDE FROM YOUR FAMiLYStunning. He’s always been absolutely stunning, especially in the way that he’s tall and light and fast. There’s no arguing that. Dimitri is what some would consider horrifyingly gaunt, especially under all that fur. Yes, he’s thankful for the coat that keeps him warm. The coat that keeps anyone from looking too closely. Only Delya, who’s plagued by the same build, ever gets close enough to touch him in the way she does. They lay together at night to keep warm, each a strangely shaped bag of bones. Cocaine chic. Models. Tall. Beautiful. Thin. So, so thin. That’s why he’s so fast. That’s how he’s built to thrill. Such is the way Dimitri has always been.
Technicolor and bright, the creature looks back to the stranger and tries to reach right through to his soul. That’s the funny thing about having eyes that burn bright, rainbow, glittering-- the illusionist knows. He knows just how he looks at some men, just like he’s trying to do to this one. He’d eat them alive, and that was in the best way possible. The way that would… um… nevermind. He’d have those thoughts later, when he was alone, where no one could judge him for what he was thinking. Where no one could hear him. Sometimes, around handsome boys, he got a little out of hand.
But there was a competitive fire that couldn’t be put out. Not tonight. Tonight, Dimitri could feel the will to race stirring down deep inside himself. He’s showing off. He’s going to show off. Be sleek and long and beautiful, with legs a mile long and a body that works at its absolute best when under pressure. Three couldn’t come soon enough, and Dimitri allows the handsome stranger an early lead. What he does, though, is playful. Reaching out with tempting jaws, teeth that would graze hindquarters, haunches, if they were actually friends it would have been a lovebite but for now… he’s messing with the other man. Flamboyant in gesture, and he’s got a hearty sort of smirking, rollicking laugh in his throat.
Pulling even with the other creature, his head goes up. There’s a barking in his chest as he comes around the curve, barely looking bothered though he’s at a dead run. “My sister is faster, she’s got longer le--” What Dimitri doesn’t see is a thick patch of foliage, ferns and other leafy greens covering an indent in the ground. He loses his stride, if only for a moment, and it cuts the cocky words off in his throat. Right. Focus on the running. Focus on getting something right. He could manage that after all.
Pond. To the pond. It was in sight, but the question was… would he manage it first? The lost steps were enough to leave Dimitri second guessing himself, so he found the all in button. It was easy enough to push, just a little more speed.
Could he do it?
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