Permafrost Hollows but you're just a black hole

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the reddish brown, black pelaged bull comes raging at him. kvasir's grip tightens upon his primitive like-satchel. the seeds of what would become eden's poisonous garden. to try to find other territories with so ready access to them was a waste of time — nevermind that he has no actual place to plant them. stranger's tail raised and lips curled back from his teeth; message received loud and clear. but mephala is whispering sweet hums of encouragement into his ear; intimate. keep what is his. or let the fire kissed titan before him try to take them. let him draw in his lips the poisonous petals, the life leeching nectar.

the melonii's lips twist into a crooked smile 'round the fraying edges of his collection. in a breadth of a heartbeat, he slackens his grip and the rabbit fur so carefully and meticulously arranged falls to the frostbitten earth by his paws, falling open. the blooms and sprigs scatter. kvasir twitches once, resisting the urge to collect what spills like pomegranate seeds upon the floor between them. the smile that reveals his teeth in a wolfish grin is cloying; secretive. take it then. he encourages with interest spearing through his chest as he crushes a flower under his paw to put distance between them.