Great Bear Wilderness under construction from conception to death
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"God is every bit as feral as that which he creates."
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He could hear the words being shared by Hydra, and sensed the queen's withdrawal, but did not stop staring at the scene before him. There stood Arcturus with his body poised protectively near the island woman, bristling, flashing his teeth, in every physical way he could he issued his claim of her; yet Revui did not stop staring, and was even pulled forth by some unseen will to press against the boundary that lay invisible, yet tangible, between them. All he knew was the animal instinct that flourished within him - this feral spirit which had, at one time, united the brothers and then set them at-odds. That same instinct was heightened now. Had Revui been in his right mind he would have (eventually) linked the feelings with what Hydra had tried to tell him before - and what she had said as she drew the sister away - but he could not do that now. Now, he was merely a hungry beast, but he was unaccustomed to this particular kind of gluttony.

His strides were purposeful, slow, and deliberate. He did not so much lunge towards the pair, but prowl, keeping his head level with his shoulders at first and then raising it triumphantly with each successive step. He drew in breath after breath of Ying's enticing scent and felt the same flare of heat and tension as he had before, when he had escorted the so-called Empress days ago, and rivalling that was a mixture of emotions: love for his brother, entitlement for the woman, pride in himself, and somehow - loathing, too. A nagging sense that his brother was now a threat. Those teeth were met with a similar grimace and a deep rumbling in his chest which he had only ever used on the enemy.

Everything about Revui in that moment demanded that Arcturus step away or feel those teeth. This was his right — but the oddest part was, the argent boy was lost to his own pheromones and did not even know what it was he fought for. He only knew he must drive his rival away and take Ying as the prize somehow - but he was certain of that, at least.

The woods have always been filled with these soft doe-eyed things;
with hearts beating for the arrow, the bullet, the lance.

I have always been the huntsman.  ⤑

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under construction from conception to death - by Ying - March 16, 2020, 09:05 PM
RE: under construction from conception to death - by Revui (Ghost) - March 17, 2020, 10:05 PM