Phoenix Maplewood tryst

Epic felt like a true King, a harsh ruler who could make the law or break it as if he had a divine power. All his subjects would either love him for all his glory -- or hate him with pure passion and spite. Epic the Conquerer, what a story that would be. But he wasn't alone, there were two kings with a kingdom to divide. There was also Merrick; though he wasn't quite sure if he was the good one or the bad one. And his comment about to stop made him glare at the other male while a ghost-like coy grin tugging at the edges of his leatherly lips. Stopping? This party was just getting started.

A satisfying growl slipped from his lips, a sound only strengthening when Merrick joined in on the gore and treated his mud-stained body with even more berries. A massacre-like fruit punch. With even more enthousiasm the wolf crushed the berry subject underneath his paws, a dance of very berry death and fruity gore. "Come." Epic said, inviting the other male to join in on the party. "Get berry-down and fruity-dirty with me."

An invitation that couldn't be resisted, right ...-