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Post by Vyn on Mar 6, 2006 21:11:28 GMT -7
Dakelest was an exceptionally violent sort and would've usually decided to tear his attacker to pieces. Or at least make an attempt of it. He was showy, but he wasn't always the most powerful pup on the block and he knew it. However, to everyone's pleasure, Lest was far more interested in satisfying his sexual needs than his sadistic ones and so he had no plans to start a war over Darshna's less than subtle way of judging Lest worthy of attention.
Once freed, Lest twirled on spot, resting his back against the wall and staring at Darshna with a boyishly lop-sided grin. A piece of him yearned to torment him, to feign anger to make Darshna whimper, instead he relented to the Artisan's pleading words.
"Forgiven." He echoed softly, leaning in to run his slender fingers through Darshna's hair. "So, I have to ask, do you do this often? Or am I getting special treatment?"
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Post by Kitty Love on Mar 6, 2006 21:43:34 GMT -7
He brightened up a bit as he was forgiven for such unbecoming, brutish behavior. His sheepish grin reverted back to the one he had had before. At the touch he tilted his head to the side, resting his head against Lest's hand, quite passive now.
At the question he couldn't help but chuckle lightly. "Special Treatment I suppose, I don't generally let my 'companions' go without a good beating, and they don't' keep all their things either." a smirks graced his features. "also goes to show you an Artisan should never be aloud to grow bored."
"However ....", another soft growl was emitted from his throat, the canine equivalent of a purr, "I wasn't lying when I said I knew of a spot where we could go to be alone." He rose up, stepping in close to Lest, lifting a hand to run delicate digits over his chest. "If you're still interested that is."
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Post by Vyn on Mar 7, 2006 21:52:38 GMT -7
Lest grinned charmingly, always the charming beast. He loved watching Darshna submit to him, even if Lest had just been beaten around, the taste of reclaiming power always soothed him. The Artisan's words brought a smile to Lest's features and the Cionre echoed his chuckle.
"Is that so? Well then, I can see where you've acquired you're exotic taste in fashion." The fiery fox growled playfully, leaning back against the wall now that he was no longer being pinned to it. "And I'll definitely be sure to be careful around an Artisan the next time one seems bored."
The sensation of Dar's fingers sliding over his chest brought a pleased murmur tumbling off his lips as his charming smile returned.
"Of course I'm still interested." He pushed off the wall lightly, sliding an arm suggestively around Darshna's waist. "This time, however, I would much prefer you lead the way." Another chuckle escaped the lean fox, proving that he was quite over Dar's little 'test'.
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