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𝒄ₐₛₜᵣᵤₘ⃰ 𝔨𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗻𝗼͢𝘀
Joined July 2014
i will speak to you in the language you understand: violence.
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hiii i’m outside your house with a chainsaw, come have a talk with me about art stealing
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it’s fine... go skin the rabbits and chop up the meat. it’s freezing out today, but the fire’s almost lit. [ a prickle of blame stings his thoughts, eyes darting down to the struggling flame as the first faint sparks catch life. ]
"I'm sorry." His ears drooped dejectedly and his tail curled up around his own waist from the scolding. "I forgot I don't have to sneak in anymore." Implying that he had to learn how to be quiet to avoid people so they don't punish him for trying to find food.
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[ that unexpected baritone vibrates the floorboards, jolting the vampire so hard his tinderbox stone clatters free, pinging off the hearth. ] what is wrong with you? a little heads-up before you shape-shift would be nice! 💢
Khaslana doesn't get to stretch his legs as a wolf very often so it felt very freeing right now. Fortunately, before he shapeshifted, he made sure to strip off all his clothes, folding them neatly to the side. This would allow him to change into them if he shapeshifts back, --
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[ eyes dwelling on the canine beast for a beat, he turns, throwing one last look back: guess we're just vibing as a giant canine today, cool. then, disappears inside to dump the rabbits in the makeshift kitchen and stoke the fireplace. ]
He made a face, or attempted to make a face, in his wolf form at the mention of eating it raw. Although he knows that maybe some of his pack would eat their hunt in a barbaric manner, Khaslana himself prefers to honour his hunt by cooking it.
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do you like it straight-up raw, or do you prefer it prepared and cooked? [ head canting in contemplation, it appears the bloodsucker has grown far too used to nursing the wolf. ] how about i light the fireplace for us?
He brought his large snout over to the dead rabbits to give them a sniff, and his ears twitched with interest. Khaslana couldn't bear to tell him that he only ever ate for survival, so whether or not he liked a particular food had never been an option for him. All he did was --
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[ dead rabbits hang slack from calloused hands, fresh blood seeping down the fur. ] alright, big guy. i guessed this is what werewolves go for. is it to your liking?
It just so happens that he actually was in his wolf form right now and out of the house as he was a bit too large to feel comfortable. His ears perked up at the mention of food and swayed his tail slowly like he was wagging it while laying on his tummy.
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your partner should never be your first priority. your first priority should always be crown prince of castrum kremnos mydeimos the undying
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[ vampire finally gives in, offering no further resistance and allowing the werewolf to do entirely as he pleases, without an ounce of strength left to oppose him today, he lets his head topple wearily onto that shoulder, eyelids »
"I am being truthful." He chuckles softly as he then moves to effortlessly pick him up in his arms. "I can't say you're warm? I bet its cosy to sleep with you during long winter nights."
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shut up, that’s unnecessary. [ there he goes again, attempting to put some distance between them. ] you’re embarrassing. 🌀
This beautiful vampire really is just adorable. He hasn't had enough of him! "You are so warm and feel good to hug." Khaslana thinks to himself how perfectly he fits in his arm and a possessive greed settles in his heart.
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hmph. 💢 [ sluggish arms finally stir from his sides, drifting upward to encircle wolf’s waist, snuggling just a little bit. ] … okay, fine.
Nope. He won't allow him to ease away and pulled him back into the hug, resting his cheek on top of his head. "My turn? I believe I require a hug as well."
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[ satisfied that his daily quota of comfort and warmth has been thoroughly met, he reluctantly eases himself away from that broad chest, clearing his throat softly as he wonders if he let himself get a bit too swept up in the moment. ]
One hand lays on his back, as though he was protecting a specific spot while the other gently cradled the back of his head, running his fingers through his soft strawberry blonde locks.
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and i think that’s what a father is——a blade that never stops cutting.
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[ burying his face flush against werewolf’s ribs, he drinks in the steady thrum of his heartbeat and the molten heat coming from him. it feels like an unearned blessing to have someone so vastly larger to hold onto. ]
"I can do that." He hums softly, wrapping his arms around his muscular frame and embracing him gently while his tail ends up curled up around his thigh.
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don’t say anything... don’t ask... just wrap your arms around me and hold me.
He leans down, invading the vampire's personal space with a knowing smile, yet purposely waits until he says his desires out loud. "Oh? We should fix that. How shall I increase my chances of being good?"
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[ he can’t help the soft warmth that blooms in his chest whenever castorice acts so irresistibly adorable, her pure innocence has an almost effortless magic to it, never failing to carve a smile straight across his »
⠀ such a bold jest would normally bring a red flush to bloom across her skin ——and yet she found herself giggling along for she couldn ’t help but to take his statement all too seriously . even if a mere rag was all he had ⠀
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features. ] right, i’ll assemble everything we need for the recipe, and you take the wheel. lead the way, chef, i’m following your instructions to the letter. [ he hardly has to exert an inch of his reach, with a single extension of »
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his long limb, he sweeps the entire sprawl of whisks, spatulas, and flour-dusted sacks closer. oh, silently applauding his own height he is. ]
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