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Pretty Boy - Beau - December 06, 2024
Intended for Arslan. After his initial response, other's are welcome to join
Beau was never meant for the desert; he was a plains wolf through and through. He was not privy to it's treasures, nor it's horrors. To him it was just a lot of sand. Too much sand.
The sight of an oasis left him curious, paws trotting up to the grass with ears perked. And those trees... he had never seen anything like them. The comfort of grass beneath his paws eased him forward, tail waving high.
If a place like this existed, just why had Verapaz decided to settle in that dusty basin?
RE: Pretty Boy - Arslan - December 06, 2024
The lion had a good eye, but a better nose. The scent of an intruder would not so easily slip by him, particularly the pretty little Prairie Snake he had left behind in Verapaz. He knew well that Beau cared little to help Soto, his morals far too precious. It made him wonder how he ended up with a tramp like Leto; particularly when she kept him in a place he seemed to hate with such a passion.
It was true he had his husband, and yet he was still himself. His libido would always act first.
It couldn't hurt to get a look.
Paws carried him towards his borders, lowering himself into a crouch as he neared the familiar face. Soon he pounced, bowling the other over with ease and settling on top of him with his full weight. After facing this from Samir, damn was it nice to be on top.
Wandering again, are we Çayır Yılanı?He felt smug, pleased with the sight below him.
RE: Pretty Boy - Beau - December 06, 2024
A lion pounced, and Beau found he was as helpless as a newborn ungulate on a hot summer day.
He was quick to move, shoving the smaller man off of him and standing.
The hell are you doin' out here?It was his first instinct to snap. He had disappeared from Verapaz without a word; Leto had been worried sick. She thought he had been killed. For some reason or another she blamed herself.
He let out a breath. Maybe he had simply gotten lost; he shouldn't jump to conclusions.
RE: Pretty Boy - Arslan - December 07, 2024
He gestured back to the oasis in response.
I must have lost track of time. I find the beauty of this place quite hypnotic you know.
Inhaling the surrounding scents, he checked for @Samirseti. He wouldn't want him to get the wrong idea, after all.
How has Verapaz been? Or has it collapsed in my absence?His tone was teasing, cocky.
RE: Pretty Boy - Samirseti - December 08, 2024
He approached silently, his tail high like a golden banner, as he stepped into view. His gaze flicked briefly to the stranger, before settling on Arslan. His smirk deepened, sharp and faintly mocking.
"Nefer," he greeted smoothly, voice carrying the brunt of his divine authority. "Your talent for finding... distractions prevails again."
Finally, his golden eyes turned to the stranger, raking over him.
"And you," he added, voice like a hiss of air, "seem to have wandered into land that is not your own. This oasis is claimed—by me. You are trespassing."
RE: Pretty Boy - Beau - December 08, 2024
As the stranger joined them, speaking to Arslan in a tone that told him far more than he needed to know and following it with a threat towards him, Beau appeared purely confused. However, this made far more sense now.
Hazel eyes looked to the lion after a moment, brow furrowed.
You ain't got no standards, do you?He spoke the rhetorical question nearly bewildered. A bit of a jab at himself really, considering the man's earlier treatment of him.
Beau had chased his fair share of men in these days, but with the one's Arslan seemed to pick out for himself he had to be some kind of masochist. He was curious to see what would happen if he told the rest of Verapaz of this, but of course he knew better.
RE: Pretty Boy - Arslan - December 08, 2024
At least I'm not chasing a whore, was what he wished to say for Leto's scent was thick on his pelt, but with Samir joining them he kept his mouth tightly shut. Instead he pressed himself to his husband, tail waving low.
He would behave himself now, if only to be rewarded for it later. Though this would be unfortunate for Beau, really.
Briefly his eyes looked back to the prairie snake, his expression growing smug as though he had won a prize.
RE: Pretty Boy - Samirseti - December 08, 2024
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Samirseti’s low, sardonic laugh rolled out, curling outwards. It was one devoid of humor, sharp and cruel, as his molten gold eyes flicked toward the bitch who tread on him.
The insult did not go unnoticed, though it was poorly veiled as bewilderment. Samir’s gaze sharpened, cutting through Beau with the intensity of a blade. For a beat, he was silent. Staring. He spoke.
Then, without warning, the black and gold panther moved.
His jaws unhinged, his legs coiling beneath him with practiced precision, every ounce of lean muscle taut as a bowstring. Samir moved like a shadow, graceful yet lethal, his movements measured, practiced.
He struck like a dancer wielding a sword.
The distance between them vanished in an instant as he lunged for Beau, a snarl ripping free from his throat. His intent was clear—not to kill outright, but to make him understand.
Trespassing on his lands, daring to speak so boldly to his lion and him—these actions required swift correction.
RE: Pretty Boy - Beau - December 08, 2024
He found himself caught off-guard, taken like a rabbit kit from a burrow. Damn, one of those sounded good right about now too.
Beau had always been a runner, whether from the sharp jaws of Erasmo or the bang of the creature who watched over the cows. There was no reason to fight when you could spare yourself the trouble.
A snarl, a push and a pull, and he darted back the way he came.
At the very least, he would have good news for Leto.
Beau out!
RE: Pretty Boy - Arslan - December 08, 2024
He appeared pleased, chest puffed out as he watch the Prairie Snake run. Arslan knew well that he would keep quiet about this.
Looking to Samir he took a moment to analyze his expression, deciding how he should interact. He was unwilling to misstep here.
He would bat his eyelashes and strike his poses, so long as there was no anger. He never knew how to respond to anger.
RE: Pretty Boy - Samirseti - December 08, 2024
A low growl hummed in his chest, more satisfaction than fury, as he watched the retreating figure disappear into the dunes.
Turning back, Samir’s golden eyes swept over Arslan, sharp and assessing. The lion’s deliberate softness, the careful flutter of lashes—it was all so predictable, so practiced.
And yet, it amused Samir endlessly.
His smirk returned, faint but sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade.
"Your little snake runs quickly," he remarked, stepping closer to Arslan, his tone laced with mockery. "A shame he lacked the courage to stay and finish what he started."
"No matter," he added smoothly, stepping back with a flick of his tail. His eyes shone quietly over his mate. His toy. He chose to ignore the sick entwinement of his scent with the fleeing strangers.
It would serve as good leverage.
RE: Pretty Boy - Arslan - December 08, 2024
Would you not, in his position?He asked with a teasing smile.
You're rather intimidating when you put your foot down.Light-footed paws trotted to the other side of Samir, gazing up at him.
Arslan knew all too well that he was a hypocrite, but he couldn't be bothered to care. He had been taught how to effectively deal with these things through observation of his birth pack.
The way things were now, he knew that he was essentially in the role of a woman. He had seen that when a woman was disloyal, her husband simply ate the resulting off-spring. But should a man be disloyal, in his mother's own words: you castrate him.
It had scared him once, but now it was rather convenient.
RE: Pretty Boy - Samirseti - December 09, 2024
"Would I not?" he replied, his tone smooth, rich, and deliberately light. "I suppose I might run too, if I found myself in the shadow of a god." His tail flicked idly behind him, the faintest hint of mockery threading through his words.
He turned slightly to face Arslan more fully, his gilded gaze narrowing faintly, playful yet calculating. "But you, my little lion," he added, his voice dipping lower, "you seem to enjoy testing my patience. Perhaps you think my foot won’t come down quite so hard on you?"
His smirk widened, revealing a glint of teeth as he stepped closer, brushing his shoulder against Arslan’s.
RE: Pretty Boy - Arslan - December 09, 2024
He narrowed his eyes into a smile, his tail lifting behind him nearly subconsciously.
Maybe, maybe not.He flicked his tail, staring up at his shining prince.
I like the occasional nip, it keeps me sharp.
Admittedly, he found in far less appealing coming from Samir. Soto had been gruff, unpredictable. One day the rattle snake would welcome his advances, another he would have found himself ensnared in his venomous jaws.
We'll say it's trust.That was the easy, romantic answer. The kind that would Allow Samir to feel as though he had regained any sense of control he had lost.
RE: Pretty Boy - Samirseti - December 09, 2024
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His smirk twisted, sharp and sardonic, as he looked upon his great, divine love.
He stepped closer, closing the space between them with deliberate ease, his muzzle lowering to brush near Arslan’s ear. "You like the occasional nip, do you?" he murmured in a teasing ask.
There was a hunger that stirred in him, one he wouldn’t deny even if he could. The way Arslan moved, the subtle sway of his hips when he thought Samir wasn’t watching—it all drove him mad. Samir reveled in the thought of asserting his claim.
To see the lion humbled yet content, entirely his. That was his reward, his prize.
RE: Pretty Boy - Arslan - December 09, 2024
He nodded almost solemnly, pouting in the dramatic fashion that often accompanied his cruel, teasing words.
You're no good at it though, really. I've had to make an exception for you.Samir was clean, graceful. He did not carry all of the traits that made complete submission so humiliatingly satisfying.
But there was no doubt in his mind that he loved him dearly, of course.
Maybe Verapaz truly did ruin me.He seemed to muse at the thought.
His pit of snakes had been pure hunger, male rage. At the very least he could have both here.
He knew for certain that he would never return to the basin, but Samir did not need to know. Not yet. He wished to be able to hold it over him for just a bit longer, to test and prod his lover and see what snapped him into a form of submission.
RE: Pretty Boy - Samirseti - December 09, 2024
Ruin me.
The words echoed in his mind, circling like a vulture over a fresh kill. Samir’s smirk faltered for the briefest moment, though he quickly replaced it with the warmth and charm Arslan had come to expect. His mind, however, churned beneath the surface.
"Even so, you’ve been perfected under my care." He nuzzled into the lion’s fur, inhaling deeply as though to solidify his claim.
Arslan was valuable, cherished even—but not for the reasons the lion might have believed. Samir did not love him as Arslan loved; his affection was calculated, measured, given not out of devotion but necessity. The lion was a vital piece of his grander vision—a companion, a pawn, a vessel through which Samir could build something eternal. To lose him would be an inconvenience, an insult to his pride, but little more.
Still, Arslan could never know this. He had to feel secure, adored, indispensable. Samir leaned closer, brushing his muzzle against Arslan’s ear, his tone as soft and intimate as a lover’s whisper. "You will stay with me, my love. Always. For there is no Verapaz, no other place, that could ever offer you what I do."
RE: Pretty Boy - Arslan - December 09, 2024
He would not award his words with a response, not this time. He only allowed a soft, nearly forced laugh.
Bumping his head to Samir's shoulder he began his trot back into the territory to take his exit.
Arslan understood well that these things were a cruel game, and he played to win. He would frustrate Samir, beat him down until he was compliant. It was bound to happen to one of them for it was the nature of men, was it not?
There would be no love here without cruelty. It was what would fuel their passion, rather than diminish it. It is the law of nature.
RE: Pretty Boy - Samirseti - December 09, 2024
Samir watched Arslan’s retreating figure, his molten gaze narrowing as the lion bumped his head against his shoulder before turning away. Samir’s smirk returned, faint but sharp, as he stood there for a moment, the silence between them filled only by the shifting desert breeze.
Cruel games, indeed, he thought. Arslan’s attempts to frustrate him, to prod and needle until Samir cracked, were amusing in their own right. The lion fancied himself a player, but—
Samir had been playing far longer, his mastery of the game honed.
He let out a low hum, his tail flicking behind him as he turned his gaze toward the distant dunes. Their game had just begun, and already Samir felt the threads of his patience thinning.
Thinning.
Thinning.
He may just snap.