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Vigilante, glad for the absence of teeth digging into his nape, grated his skull smooth and cat-like across the splay of the virtuoso's shoulder. Their bodies parted, noses twitching eagerly as they lingered near to absorb what they could of the other. Vigilante relaxed further, satisfied now that he wouldn't be physically reprimanded for his audacity. Unlike his strapping counterpart, the black dragoon heard no music. He heard only his own heart and the excited thrumming therewith. He saw only potential; devouring his company like a starved reader. And he fe felt only his hot blood, coursing as he faced a potential challenge— a potential.. other.

There was no room in his head to account for the music of birds.

He flashed his tongue at Mahler's introduction, grazing the foreigner's chin appreciatively. "Vigilante," he returned languorously, tail arching into a light wag. He wanted nothing more than to spar with Mahler— to dominate him if he could— but the vandal knew better than to think he'd be trusted in that way already. First, he must appeal to a baser desire.

"Hunt with me?"