Hideaway Strath l. o. v. e.

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He felt...lonely.

An unusual sensation that he had almost brought upon himself. The longer he stayed the more out of place he felt. Not up to speed with the beasts around him. They were all hulking warriors, moved mountains with their mere presence.

He thought of @Kynareth Deagon who had undoubtedly wooed him with such poetic words (and cozy moments) despite the man's massive build. His strong ways. He thought of @Simmik and her warrior presence, ready to teach him if he had felt so inclined. How kind she had been to him despite his awkwardness in the snow. Of course, he thought of @Nyra too. A master warrior still despite pregnancy being upon her.

Others too had left a mark upon him. A collection of attempts to make him feel included and they all worked for fleeting moments. Then he secluded himself and spent time locked away in his head. Too thoughtful for his own good.

He was a man of knowledge. Not one built for warrior ways. His confidence in such matters flopped terribly even when provided every possible resource. He wished he was different. Somebody else. He mulled in the thoughts for such a horribly long time.

It was that that drove him to slumber that sunny afternoon out by the river, away from the bustle of everyone else. Unaware that his skimming presence had likely been noted by those he used to frequent.

Kynareth’s throat is noticeably dry. With the weather getting hotter and the sun beginning to appear more, he swears he’s going to start ripping out his winter coat if it doesn’t shed itself. Since he cannot do that, he means to find a different way to relieve himself. A nice drink and a cooling dip in the river. 

So as he moves towards the water source that splits through his beautiful territory, he allows his purple tongue to fall out of his lips and pant the heat from his body. Moving at a comfortable trot, his perky tail bobs on his hips as he moves forward, finally able to see the river. Yet, something else catches his eye. 

That beautiful russet man he knows as Patroclus. His attractive form lies out in the sun beside the river and he can’t help but smile as he moves towards him, completely forgetting about the water. He has something — someone — so much more worthy of his time. 

He’d make himself know by towering over his head and blocking the sun from his face. Leaning down to gently lap at his face.

“Sun bathing, sweetheart?” He asks with that horribly smooth voice of his. The one he knows makes the other male weak in the knees.

Summoned from the depths of his heart thoughts, came the monolith. Blocked the very sun Patroclus had been yearning for and yet...he was not mad. Not upset or frustrated. There was relief to be met in such a familiar fashion.

Perhaps, he thought, his distance to the others had not been noticed.

Perhaps he had been able to drift away for that short period unnoticed.

His tail hid any internal feelings as it tapped away against the warm stone below him. I had to take the opportunity while I could. He cooed as his eyes looked up, batting his eyelashes like the dramatic man he was. It was the truth, though. The sun seemed so timid these days. Coming and going.

Very much like Patroclus.

His the smaller russet wolf is trying to put distance between himself and the others, perhaps the Grandmaster is included in that, Kyn hasn’t noticed. Perhaps he’s a bit dim witted, but he can usually notice small details if he pays enough attention to them. With Patroclus, it’s not awfully hard to notice his absence, for Kynareth doesn’t always want to be away from him for so long. He rather enjoys his company. He’s a fiery, young soul. Handsome and quite funny as well, never seems to be dull around him. So, Kynareth is shamelessly attracted to him.

It shows in the way his eyes trail down the line of Patroclus’ body so carefully, in an almost heated fashion. Oh, he always craves the other man, but he cannot always act upon it. Right now for instance, he’s gotten in trouble for boning Whrist and Simmik has grounded him. For a moment Kyn wonders if she meant men too, but he decides to not want to attract her fiery ire from trying to think outside the box too much. 

Still, a smile comes to Kyn’s lips as he sees, and hears, his friend’s tail thump against the ground. He speaks in such an attractive type of way that Kyn can’t help but be more intrigued. Watching as his Patroclus’ lashes flutter against his cheeks and he gazes up to his alpha. Kyn feels his body heating up at such a simple gesture and he can’t help but let a loose, easy series of smooth chuckles escape his lips. Along with a much too intrigued hum that shows his suggestive interest in the smaller male.

“The sun has been a bit shy, don’t you think, your Highness?” He purrs, dropping his head a bit more to teasingly muzzle at his jaw and neck. 

He allows his massive body to plop down right where he was. Large paws cradle Patro’s head and one even rests on his chest. The smaller’s head would be resting right between his large limbs and just beside a wide, muscled chest. Kyn’s own tail betrays his happiness and excitement as it swishes back and forth on his hips. Oh, he loves teasing him.