Ocean's Breath Plateau look ahead, look-astern

atausiq's teeth make contact; tugging a bit of skin and fur as the unkempt stranger dances away, looking for all the world like he enjoyed it. atausiq's lips curl back in a silent warning that the stranger now knows he is unafraid to back up with action as the pirate crows that he was only teasing. atausiq's tail lashes against his hocks ...that was the first time he could recall attacking someone with the intention of hurting.

giving into that fury ...it felt good and he wants to hate it, hate the feeling of feral power that thrums thru him but finds that he can't. not really.

stop. atausiq rumbles in command, a glint of imperial gaze as hard as the jade stones their color is siphoned from.