Our Endless, Numbered Days [Kismet & Zhu Que]
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				Title: <strong>Our Endless, Numbered Days [Kismet &amp; Zhu Que]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kismet</strong> on <strong>02-02-2016, 01:03:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/ycvDWtq.png)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">“We’ll be taking Stonefell next.”<br><br>As Gemini moved the king’s piece ‘cross the filmy, faded map, his generals looked at him with agape mouths and faraway eyes. Perhaps they all were thinking of Stonefell— that rocky, hazardous terrain, filled with wolf animal-like peering their heads ‘round every corner, yellow eyes following them like fireflies in the night. Stonefell, a honeypot of resources, Gemini knew; his men had come back to him with tall tales of hidden gem deposits hidden deep in their cold caverns; of lush woodland to its south, sturdy and well-suited for houses; and even of gold, glittering and buried beneath their rustic earth. Stonefell— a good, long hike away from Fallial, but close enough to dispatch men there within the week. His lips curled into a grin. “Any questions?”<br><br>“That place is a haven for the animal-like,” murmured his youngest lieutenant, biting his lip softly. “Especially the wolves. They say they can see best in the dark— and they’ll know the mountains, too, better than our men. And say, even if we <em>do</em> take it, Prince Stone—” The young lieutenant looked up at him, hesitant. All of the council’s eyes were on him now, brows raised at his insistence on questioning their prince’s plan. Despite it all, the lieutenant swallowed; his gulp nearly audible as he pressed on. “Well… <em>surely</em>... surely someone’s going to get <em>mad</em>.”<br><br>Eyes returned to Gemini, waiting for his move. If any expected anger from him here, they did not know him well enough. Instead, he merely smirked, using a spare string of silk to tie his long, black locks into a ponytail. “Indeed, lieutenant,” he acknowledged. “The wolf-like have spooked our men in the past. But I’ve been sending troops in by the dozen this past month— not a one came back with a wound.” He leaned forward, pressing his finger ‘gainst the map, tracing the mountains with the tip of his pointer. “Who do you think <em>made</em> this map of Stonefell, hm? This is no mere estimation. Our men have been there, and they know this animal-like haven—&nbsp; better than the curves of their favorite concubine.”<br><br>Even the young lieutenant could not help but smile at Gemini’s jape— and whatever doubt that had lingered in the room was lifted. Chatter dispersed amongst his men— of the fortunes that would come from conquering Stonefell, of the improvements they could make within the kingdom and its owned villages. Considering the meeting a job well-done, the prince rolled up the map in his hands, looking at his council with a self-assured smirk. <br><br>“We’re ready to take this, men. We’re ready to make someone <em>mad</em>.”<br><br>___<br><br>There was <em>nothing</em> Gemini knew better than the curves of his favorite concubine. A young fae named Shao, who lived on plush pillows and lavish linens in the King’s District, known for its overpriced brothels, taverns where vintage wine was poured freely, and— of course— being the only place in the kingdom where one had a good chance of seeing their prince slip out of his favorite establishment: Jade’s Manor. It was bright for a brothel, as green as meadow after the rain— a place where each courtesan wore a polished emerald in their collar. <br><br>Green fit Shao perfectly; it matched the light of his hair (Gemini’s weakness), the green of his eyes, the light shade of his lips. Every time the prince lay with Shao, he entertained a crazy notion of throwing away everything to run away with him— to start anew, if he could even escape the large empire he’d built under Fallial’s name. Perhaps it was due to Shao’s compulsion— a full-blooded fae, Gemini was sure sometimes just looking in his eyes made him want to do crazy, terrible things. Maybe he would’ve fallen victim to it already, should he not be part-fae himself. But that didn’t stop him from hating himself every time he had to leave as Shao slept. Goodbye was too wretched, even if their parting only lasting a day or so… or sometimes less. <br><br>But daylight was already here. He had spent so long with Shao that a hint of sunlight streamed through King’s District, and Gemini could not help but shake his head at himself, at his vice. He watched as civilians opened their windows to greet the day— only to stop and wave at him, grinning good-naturedly at the sight of their prince strolling down their district’s streets at this hour, same as ever. Father would say the sight was a disgrace, but Gemini knew it must do his people some good, to know their prince had the same weaknesses at they: for finely aged wine and a pretty face, warming his bed on a chill, autumn night.<br><br>___<br><br>As Gemini opened the door to his quarters, the sun had already fully risen, peaking through the slivers of his closed curtain. He shut the door, groaning, eyes still adjusting to the wretched sun. “Probably should’ve just stayed back at the brothel,” he murmured to himself, throwing open the curtain, bringing the sun in. <br><br>It wasn’t like he had a full schedule today. His men would be preparing to take Stonefell, his Father was away, fruitlessly trying to find a match for him that they both knew he’d refuse. Today would be a quiet day, then. Best to update his logs. Amethyst eyes scanned his shelf, plucking an old, battered tome with a black cover from it. He skipped through his tactician’s logs, arriving on today— he should probably note the beginning of his conquest of Stonefell here. <br><br>As he turned his back, facing his desk, he stopped. Did the air here feel… strange? As if the mana in his presence had… shifted. It was a strange feeling, one he couldn’t place. Still, he turned a page in his book, musing. “Curious,” he murmured. It made no sense, as to why his space would be disturbed… But he couldn’t shake the feeling. Something was wrong.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Endless, Numbered Days [Kismet &amp; Zhu Que]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zhu Que</strong> on <strong>02-02-2016, 05:35:12</strong>
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				In the world of animal-like, there were the packs that roamed a small territory and there were the nomadic clans. The Moah wolf-likes of Stonefell were one of the packs with a strong territory. They were slowly being pushed to the edges of their great territory, and the small packs they protected and hunted were also suffering. The humans were searching and mapping all of Stonefell, somehow strong enough to fend off the hunting parties from the Moah. This sudden change in the power struggle was enough to have the wolf-likes seeking protection themselves.<br><br>It was not long after the humans started exploring successfully that the creatures known to herald the cold weather appeared. The Ialin clan was a nomadic fox-like clan that boasted a few special foxes that many called the Moon foxes. While most of the Ialin clan ranged in appearance and fur color, the Moon foxes had silvery white fur and glinting red eyes. Most of these specifically colored ones were actual foxes, with only two fox-likes appearing this way. Other packs and clans looked upon the Ialin clan as guides and guardians, and thus, this time the Moah would do the same.<br><br>"The humans encroach and we are loosing territory! If they do not fear our strength, maybe your cunning will out match them!" A large male of the Moah pack snapped, as he was growing weary of speaking to an old woman with gray speckled brown fur.<br><br>"What do you so propose, Alpha of Moah?" Her gnarled voice was calm, but her sights were not on the looming wolf-like or his packmates. It was on the young male Moon fox sitting in a tree over head, listening to their meeting and playing with the hem of his loose robes.<br><br>"You have the Silver Claws, right?" A younger female wolf, heavy with unborn twins, stepped forward as her light voice rose over her alpha's. "Send him after their tactician. That should halt the advance, right?"<br><br>Dropping from the tree, Ailae--Ialin Silver Claws and Herald of Cold were his titles--swept across the opening to stand near the pregnant wolf-like. "You would like me to remove the Fallial prince from his throne? This is not the first request of this manner."<br><br>Word of the Conqueror, Prince of Fallial, had reached many animal-like through stories. The Ialin clan had actually ventured this close to those lands to find if the rumors were true. The prince had proven an amazing tactician, and was slowly progressing territory and taking animal-like as servants on occasion. This did not sit well with Ailae.<br><br>Red eyes turned from the nervous wolf-likes to the withering old fox-like. "I take no fee other than the safety of my clan while I provide my service... I will bring his tongue as proof." It was gruesome, but the tongue of the tactician was only second to their brain, and Ailae felt this a fitting trophy.<br><br>____________<br><br>As the night slowly began to lighten, Ailae used the time when the silvery moonlight and the early rays of the sun mingled. This was the peak moment for him to move unnoticed. Which is what he did, reaching a wall and scaling it as though handholds were readily available. He had studied the routine of the guard and had secret meetings with servant animal-likes. All the gathered intelligence led him through his infiltration smoothly.<br><br>Entering a window, the fox-like dropped to squat under the windowsill, making sure to readjust the curtain. Brushing back a loose lock of silvery-white hair that had escaped its bonds, Ailae looked around. No sound of alert from any inside, so the young assassin stood and dusted his hands on his slightly baggy pants. Bare feet carried him as he sneaked further into the chambers that were supposed to hold the prince at that time.<br><br>It was frustrating to learn that the bed was empty, and there was no sign that the prince had slept in it that night. It still smelled of the servants who cleaned. Figuring that meant the target had slipped off to enjoy a night with a concubine, as was the most common thing Ailae had heard of the prince. Well, no matter, this meant the fox-like could prepare to attack upon his return.<br><br>It only took Ailae a short time to decide to create a little make-shift hunter's rack up in a corner near the doorway that led to the hallway. He tossed two sharp blades up into either wall at the crook. The blades were a special design that had flat metal handles wrapped in well worn leather. He launched himself up and landed gracefully on the jutted out perch knives, then positioned himself comfortably to wait for the prince's return.<br><br>____________<br><br>Smelling a musky scent approach the door just before it opened, Ailae slowly slid open his eyelids, red hues instantly focused on the door below. At the mention of the brothel, the fox-like sneered down at the prince. He had heard of the man's frequent visits, but still, the smell of the man had him wondering if he held his companion the entire time, or if he possibly took breaks. To a human, there may not be much of a smell but a musk, to Ailae, he could smell the man that the prince had been with.<br><br>He waited for the right time to drop, eyes catching every move of the human. Intrigue at the careful movements and the halt. Could the man have noticed him? Ailae instantly dismissed the idea, he had never been sensed since his first encounter.<br><br>As the man spoke but returned his attention to his book, the fox-like carefully stood up from his crouch. Quietly flicking out his twin daggers, he jumped down, body almost perfectly soundless except for maybe the flutter of his tail, hair, and cloth. Though his shirt was tight, his pants billowed very slightly, and his tail swayed as he was now just a handful of steps away from his target.<br><br>Stealthy steps brought him behind the occupied man and he poised himself. One dagger aimed at the back of the neck, the other hand ready to swipe around and slit his throat. It was not the fanciest of tactics, but it would be quick and relatively clean for himself. His steps were careful and deliberate, having tested the floor previously to know if there would be any giving sounds.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Endless, Numbered Days [Kismet &amp; Zhu Que]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kismet</strong> on <strong>04-02-2016, 04:46:21</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">He didn’t need to hear or see or <em>smell</em> the stranger’s presence— he simply had to feel. <br><br>The mana levels in his room were off. As a half-fae, he was in tune to mana at all time; every human had it stirring in their idle flesh, whether they made good use of it or not, but <em>this</em> feeling— the one swimming in his room now— was a different beast entirely. An animal-like, he would conclude, but not a normal specimen by far. Most animal-like had a small speck of mana sitting still in their veins, but this mana— the source of that strength— sat strangely on his tongue. It was that unnatural air that caused him to turn around, just as he felt that billowing presence approach him, poised to puncture, to kill.<br><br>Wordlessly, Gemini raised a finger towards the beast— the fox, he was realizing now, with pointed ears and a fluttering tail— which glowed a dark shade of purple; mana pooling from his tips. While focusing on the daggers the fox wrought, the prince sharply motioned his finger in a downwards motion; with that movement, his assassin would find that the daggers he wielded had been ripped out of his hands by an ominous force, clattering to the ground and sliding across the floor, to the other side of his chambers. It was almost an unsettling sight— to see daggers rush across the room on their own, unprompted, as if they were sentient. But the prince, used to such feats, only chuckled.<br><br>“And what have we here?” He raised a brow. “Overconfidence and foolishness makes a dangerous cocktail, pet.” <em>Pet</em>, perhaps the most degrading thing a human could call an animal-like, rubbing salt in an open, obvious wound: that all an animal-like could ever hope to amount to was to be the plaything for some lordling. But if Gemini said it casually, it was because such was how he always spoke— unaware of how the palace’s animal-like servants grit their teeth in dismay, seething. <br><br>While the prince spoke of overconfidence, he knew it to be a vice he suffered from as well. While he had not taken the daggers away from him, they were still up for the fox to grab, if he wanted to give himself an disadvantage by turning his back to snatch them up again. Gemini smirked. “Care to try again?” A ball of purple mana bounced in his hand, looming with malcontent. “This time with <em>heart</em>, darling.”<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Endless, Numbered Days [Kismet &amp; Zhu Que]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zhu Que</strong> on <strong>04-02-2016, 08:07:29</strong>
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				When the prince turned around, Ailae's ears flattened instantly. The fox-like was considerably discomforted by the lack of surprise or concern from the man. It was as the daggers yanked from his grip and skittered across the floor. His ears twitched a little, tracking where they went, but he did not move to look. Red eyes were unblinking as he stared at the man who had just unarmed him.<br><br>Ailae was no fool, he could feel the mana, the essence that the man was able to control. Was this man no normal human? Even as a Moon fox, there was little that he could do with all of his; how could this human manipulate it. Yes, he had encountered men who could, but never so simply as what had just happened. The instincts that Ailae usually followed immediately were failing him, wanting him to run but also wanting to attack.<br><br>The assassin had never once left a job unfinished, so he ignored the urge to escape the unknown. Why had no one known and informed him? The deciding factor was when the prince called him 'pet.' He felt all his muscles tense and the little hairs on his body started to raise on end. He couldn't stop the growl that started quietly in his throat. As the man then offered him to try again, a slender hand reached up to dislodge the length of twine that held his hair pulled taut.<br><br>Baring his fangs, the fox-like lunged at the taller man. His movements quick, almost too quick for a normal fox-like. As he closed the distance between them, he brought up both hands with the twine stretched between them. He would have a better chance at choking the man if he'd been behind and up high, but he figured that with the quick way the prince had disarmed him, the extra time to get past and on the desk would be a waste.<br><br>Hands going on either side of the human's head, he brought them together behind his head and pulled the twine tight. The flaw in this was that it left the fox-like in arms reach with that scary purple energy there. There was a slight chill that moved in the breeze his movements created; like a night breeze just before the cold season. Loose hair fluttered around him as his movements halted abruptly with him stretched close to his target, hands tightening the twine and sneer on his lips.<br><br>Pride was one of the reasons Ailae went for a straight on tactic. He wanted to see the man's expression as he choked him. Wanted to make it uncomfortable for the human who harmed his kind. "Animal-like are not your pets!" He snapped his teeth together as he hissed at prince. He had no idea what the prince could do to him, and he didn't care at that moment. He'd never felt so much rage all at once.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Endless, Numbered Days [Kismet &amp; Zhu Que]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kismet</strong> on <strong>09-02-2016, 03:07:07</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The animal-like were all so predictable. Easy puppets to pull on his strings, like clockwork dolls marching to his beat, perfect in their easy-to-manipulate design. And they wondered why humans collared them— where would these creatures be without a guiding hand? Lost and angry and craving domination, they’d no choice but to spark chaos in their wake— and here was the perfect example of what happened when all that pressure <em>burst</em>, like a lightning bolt over an open flame. There was something beautiful in the rawness of his anger: the way his teeth snapped and lips curled into a sneer painted a near perfect contemptment for him, while Gemini was quite certain he’d never been so angry as this little fox was now— never, in his entire life.<br><br>So he could never understand the meaning of a desperation move— though he’d a feeling the fox would not turn tail as soon as he’d been disarmed. So while the fox was quick, it did not matter; Gemini had been preparing for a counter-attack from the minute his daggers had collided with the floor. He had not known the nature of it, true— the twine that the fox looped ‘round his fingers, and meant to loop ‘round his neck, was original; he’d give him that. But invention won no points in the battle of effectiveness. <br><br>So as his assassin neared him with that twine, it only took a twitch of his fingers for purple mana to manifest ‘round it and snap it, decimating it to bits ‘til only scraps of it fell to the floor. “They’re not pets?” he asked, laughing. “Then why are you acting like an ill-trained dog?” <br><br>Those fingers of his glowed purple again— swiftly after destroying the twine, he shot a beam of it at the animal-like’s chest. This mana was meant to paralyze him should it hit— it’d feel like a burning, like hot, red ants crawling inside of you, locking limbs and joints ‘til you rendered yourself helpless to the cryptic mana’s hold on you. But he knew the fox was quick— so should he dodge that bullet, he had more in store for him should he miss. Their exchange had been amusing, but he doubted the fox had little left to challenge him with. Best to wrap this up.<br></span>
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				Post by: <strong>Zhu Que</strong> on <strong>09-02-2016, 21:51:40</strong>
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				Ailae was already in motion, so when the twine snapped and pieces went about, the fox-like could not stop. He tried to pull back but then that purple shot hit him square in the chest. Grunting out as it burned, the assassin's mouth parted as if to yell at the prince. Then his face contorted into a mixture of pain and shock, arms still out stretched towards his target's shoulders. He felt his limbs locking and couldn't believe what was happening. How could this man do this sort of attack?<br><br>His fingers clutched at the prince's clothes as he stumbled and dropped, having no control to hold himself up. Now that he wasn't rushing or huffed up and growling, the fox-likes true self seemed to appear. He was young and overly cocky, still glaring at the man even as he knew that he'd lost. Short and slim, easy to mistake for a young woman from a distance if one did not focus. Long glistening locks and a beautiful face, full lips and a slight nose.<br><br>The fox-like couldn't even pin back his ears to show his anger, body not under his control. After resting on his knees for a moment, gravity pulled him further, collapsing him on his back. His tail caught at a weird angle with his legs and he whimpered before he could stop it. Loose hair pooled around him as he glared up at the man.<br><br>Unsure if he could speak even if he wanted to, Ailae just settled for a low growl in the back of his throat, eyes slowly closing to slits. He waited for a killing blow or for the prince to call for the guards. He would keep attempting to move his hand, hoping that burning sensation that locked his joints would go away. If he could not escape, he would force them to end his life, refusing to become a slave. He watched the man above him, feeling only slightly happy to see the claw marks that were left in the shoulders and a little down the front of the prince's clothes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Endless, Numbered Days [Kismet &amp; Zhu Que]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kismet</strong> on <strong>18-02-2016, 02:52:26</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">He wilted like a white rose after the first frost. <br><br>It was almost beautiful, the way those desperate fingers grasped at the hem of his shirt, clutching onto the enmity still brimming in his being for him— focusing it all into a fixated, fierce stare. The prince only placed a hand on his hip, amethyst eyes drinking in his the fox-like’s form as he melted, helpless, unable to fight the mana that snaked its way into his system. Like a dog whose leash had been shortened and pulled <em>tight</em>, he’d learned his place almost as quickly as he lost it. Gemini’s eyes did not leave the fox-like, ‘til finally he collapsed on his back, still.<br><br>Near lifeless, except for the whimper that escaped his throat. Something about that pitiful sound made Gemini realize that while his assassin was a rogue animal-like, when he was not puffed-up, full of pride and misplaced power, he possessed a startling pulchritude, one that made him blink back in surprise. Was this the same fox that had tried to kill him, just a moment ago? Or had he been so drunk off his visit with Shao that he hadn’t noticed his delicate features— a sleeping seraph, at peace. <br><br>He crouched down, and with a gentle hand, brushed his locks away from his face so he could take a closer look. “This is a much better look for you,” he crooned, chuckling. “It’d be a shame to waste these talents and looks, rotting away in a cell, or worse. I think you can be tamed, pet.” Lightly, the prince placed a hand on the fox-like’s chest— this time, he’d feel mana flow out of him, into Gemini’s hand. By removing some of his paralyzing magic, the assassin would be able to talk, open his eyes and would have very limited usage of his limbs— not enough to get up and walk, but enough to squirm, enough for Gemini’s mana to not burn or cause his pain. <br><br>Still a doll, but a moderately useful one.<br><br>“Who sent you?” was his inquiry, raising a brow. “Or did you come yourself, thinking yourself a hero for your people?” He chuckled, dark and slow. “And don’t try to play the martyr, love. I’ll find out even if you choose to seal those lips. But compliance might make your punishment more… tolerable.” For all his prejudice against animal-like, Gemini had the look of a wolf himself.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Endless, Numbered Days [Kismet &amp; Zhu Que]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zhu Que</strong> on <strong>18-02-2016, 20:49:37</strong>
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				As the prince lowered and reached over, red hues focused on that hand as it brushed away silvery strands. Ailae raised the sound of his growl as the man spoke. He would rather die than be tamed. The prince would feel a very slight chill that faintly radiated around the fox-like. At feeling that hand on his chest and the magic lighten off his body, the fox-like huffed and turned his head away. He blinked, surprised that he could move and then realized that his body didn't burn like it had a moment ago. He moved is arms a little before bringing a hand up to brush clumsily through his long bangs and shifted his tail some.<br><br>At the questioning of his venture, the assassin gave a short bark of laughter--as if he would tell. Snapping his teeth at the man, Ailae smirked. "The Ialin Clan protects all packs and clans, though it was also a personal joy to come at your life." He reached up as if attempting to grab the prince's throat. "Any one who threatens and traps the animal-like will always find one of us after their life."<br><br>Sighing, he closed his eyes and let his head loll to the side. He was conflicted, wanting to continue to threaten, hope for a chance to attack again... and wanting to just give in to the sudden depression at having been caught.<br><br>"You will not tame me, I am no pet..." He licked his lips.<br><br>Ailae wondered what the prince would do. Would the man have him beat and locked away? He didn't think so since he had mentioned not wasting his talents and looks. A shiver ran through the fox-like as a new threat crossed his mind. Prince Gemini was known to frequent a slim man for sex; Ailae hoped that he was not to the man's tastes. If the man had thoughts to keep him as a pet, he would show the prince how asinine that would be.<br><br>The young assassin tried to keep himself calm, even as he felt anger at having been bested, especially so quickly. He knew he would be unable to return to his clan without a prize showing his defeat of the prince. Even as his clan's best assassin, and given special privileges as a Moon fox-like, the clan council would still look down on him for failing. If Gemini did not have him locked away or killed, Ailae would continue to go after the man until either he won or was killed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Endless, Numbered Days [Kismet &amp; Zhu Que]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kismet</strong> on <strong>20-02-2016, 22:05:11</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The fox-like probably hadn’t meant to give him any information, but one phrase he uttered was news to him nonetheless: the Ialin clan. To his words, they were a pack that strove to protect all animal-like clans— and apparently, were bold enough to harbor an assassin within their midst. The idea that the animal-like could even <em>hope</em> to mount a resistance was laughable at best... especially when their attempt consisted of one little foxling, who’d been neutralized with a snap of his fingers. <br><br>How had such a clan existed outside of his knowledge. For a moment, his eyes grew dark, as he realized there was still a resistance to squash outside of Fallial’s gates. While he was sure such a clan could not halt the takeover of Stonefell— after all, they’d botched this assassination attempt— he’d need to gather intelligence on them in the future, before he made a move to end them for good. <br><br>He tilted his head, a smirk painted his calculative features. “The Ialin Clan, you say? I’m sure your absence will send a stark enough message to them… for now.” His eyes sparked with amusement as the fox-like’s hands reached up for his throat, still so <em>stubborn</em>, even when he was rendered like this, an animal-like doll. But that tenacity would melt in time; the fox-like’s head lolled to the side, eyes closed, still claiming that he could not be tamed.<br><br>“Look at yourself. You can’t even move unless I wish it. You’re already mine, doll.” Carefully, Gemini scooped up the fox-like in his arms— one arm hooked under his legs, the other supporting his back— a prince carrying the prize he’d stolen for himself. He stood up, and with slow steps carried the assassin closer to his bed, amethyst eyes holding his gaze as he walked. “And such a beautiful doll, at that…” <br><br>His bed was walnut in shade, with thick, silver sheets draped over them. It looked untouched, as if no one ever slept here— and truly, Gemini spent more time in brothels than he did in his own bed. He laid the fox-like amidst his sheets and pillows, and was surprised by how natural he looked there— as if he’d belonged, the missing puzzle piece that the prince hadn’t even been aware he’d lost. <br><br>Gemini climbed in bed with him, straddling the fox. “I’ll need you to forget the clan you’ve left behind,” the prince murmured, taking hold of his pet’s wrists and placing them behind the fox-like’s back. The fox would feel a thick mana wrap ‘round his wrists, much like handcuffs, binding his hands behind him. “Your new purpose is to serve the Prince of Fallial. Your skill, your knowledge, your <em>body</em>— all of it belongs to me.”<br><br>The prince leaned in close, smirking, his long, raven-black hair curtaining his face. “Are we clear?” He doubted it, of course, but he couldn’t help but wonder if that fire would return to his eyes after learning his “punishment.” He’d not be sent to the dungeon, nor would he executed— all of his skill and talent he was so proud of would be spent, serving a lord he seemed to despise more than anything in this land. Even though resistance was nigh impossible in the state the fox-like was in, Gemini quirked a brow all the less, daring him to object.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Endless, Numbered Days [Kismet &amp; Zhu Que]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zhu Que</strong> on <strong>26-02-2016, 15:40:38</strong>
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				As soon as the prince said the name of his clan, Ailae realized what he'd done. He had slipped up and given the name of his clan, a name only leaders of other packs and clans really knew. The fox-like could not believe his luck. He'd been unprepared and the prince caught him off guard, and now he basically gave his clan up. He didn't even get a chance to really regret it before the prince lifted him with ease.<br><br>Eyes wide, Ailae panicked, unsure of what the prince's intentions were. A stray hope that death awaited was crushed when he was dropped onto the plush bedding. He was surprised by the amazing feel of the bedding, since he was used to rolls of cloth to soften the ground he slept on. Not that he wasn't happy with his nomadic style, just he'd never felt something like Gemini's bed. He was pulled from his wonder by the prince climbing onto the bed and sitting on him.<br><br>Growling outright now--a pale sound compared to a wolf or dog--he tried to struggle and keep his hands free, but he still had little control of his own body. Feeling his hands behind him, as if bound together, the fox-like tilted his head up and snapped his fangs at the prince. He jerked his head back into the bedding a little as the man leaned in. "As if I would obey you!" The young assassin huffed out, tail flicking a bit by his leg.<br><br>He had to look away, realizing that even while he felt an uncontrolled rage with every fiber of his being for this man, that the prince was alarmingly beautiful. His hair loose around him, and Gemini's hair above him--it was like a stark reminder of how opposite they were. His ears flattened as he thought of how his failure meant this man was going to keep pushing into animal-like territory.<br><br>Their differences were more than just their races. The prince had dark hair and a dark desire for many things, where the assassin had pale hair and a simple desire to protect his kind. The man was a strong commanding presence, while the fox-like was more like a ghost to most. Even with their differences, there was a similarity. They would both hurt others. Gemini was willing to hurt and control the animal-like races for gain, Ailae would kill to protect others.<br><br>Now, Ailae was suffering because he was not prepared as he should have, and somehow the prince had. The young fox-like could not believe he had not learned more about his target before attacking. He should have learned the man could use mana like that, should have studied him and not just went at him. Soon, he was sure, his clan would be found and harmed because of his gross miscalculation.<br><br>The closer the prince was, the easier it would be for him to smell the crisp scent of a snow covered forest. The scent of trees and plants clung to Ailae's clothes and hair, but was covered with the unique smell of fresh snow like in the mountains. At the same time, as the prince sat on him, the fox-like could smell the man that Gemini had been with. It was not the scent of a human, but not too far off from similar to Gemini's.<br><br>"You can trap me here, but that is all. I won't help you." He closed his eyes and took a calming breath. "You'll never find my clan, even with their name. We've been through your lands many times for many years, yet you've never noticed us before." He gave a small smirk. He knew it was risky to taunt the prince, especially in his position, but he had to feel less like he messed up.<br><br>Even though Gemini had mentioned his body, Ailae refused to acknowledge that he'd said anything about it. He was trying not to focus on the size difference between the man and himself. He'd always considered himself tall for a fox-like, but he was lanky and built for speed only. Humans were taller, he'd learned that years ago, but the feel of their bodies was different, too. They were a little more densely boned. He was not comfortable being trapped underneath the man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Endless, Numbered Days [Kismet &amp; Zhu Que]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kismet</strong> on <strong>27-02-2016, 04:04:24</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Everything about this fox-like screamed <em>exotic</em>— from his snapping fangs to his swishing tail, Gemini was certain he’d never taken such a specimen to his bed before. He was not at all phased by his resistance; if he was being honest, it was a turn-on to watch him struggle to latch onto his morals, even now, when he was placed in such a compromising position. There was a purity there— an unabashed determined to stay true to the fox he’d been before botching this assassin— that even the prince could respect. Even if that respect merely stemmed from his desire to corrupt him, for even though he was sure the fox had used these delicate hands to murder a myriad of animal-like foes, his silver-white hair and pale, moon-kissed skin sung innocence to him. Gemini had few weaknesses, but fair-haired men where his first.<br><br>He would not obey, he would not kowtow, and of course, he truly believed that he would not help the prince. A smirk crept ‘cross the corners of Gemini’s lips, and he tilted his head, feigning curiosity. “Oh? Do you really think you have a choice in the matter? How amusing.” <br><br>Truly, he still had not grasped who was in control of this situation— or maybe he truly had no idea what Gemini had in store for him. And who could blame this fox-like? Most of the kingdom was unaware of Gemini’s prowess as a mage; he never lead his troops to battle— all of his strategy was given behind the scenes, in power meetings and war rooms. And while his soldiers would note feeling oddly <em>compelled</em> to do as the prince wished, none of them knew it was because of fae-magic; it was impossible to prove. Any assassin who thought him an easy target would have a terrible time: case in point, the fox-like, who now warmed his bed. <br><br>The prince ran a hand through his fox’s silver-white hair, letting his digits trail through the silk of his locks. He was almost content to keep him here, in this powerless position. “I can pull your strings better than a master puppeteer, fox. Let’s exchange your current shackles for another, so that you might understand...” He leaned in close, amethyst eyes baring into the fox-like’s ruby red gaze, relentless. One might feel a warmth emit from them, an intoxicating aura that was difficult to refuse. One could call it addictive, ambrosia in the form of a gaze, drawing you in. “<em>You don’t wish to hurt me,</em>” was Gemini’s first command, and ask he spoke it, the mana-shackles Gemini had crafted for him earlier would disappear, freeing the fox of his binds. <br><br>It might take a minute for the command to sink in. While Gemini’s compulsion entered the fox’s system, the previous mana— the one that had locked the fox’s limbs, making it difficult for him to move his limbs— would leave the fox’s body. He would have full range of his limbs once again, but due to Gemini’s command, he would not be able to raise a hand against him. His body simply would not be able to attempt or follow through with any movement that would endanger the prince. Gemini waited a moment, laughing quietly. “I was planning to remove all of this myself,” he murmured, skating a hand lightly ‘cross his chest. “But maybe I should drive home just how powerless you really are.”<br><br>Amethyst eyes found his once more, his command clear, simple: “<em>Strip for me.</em>”<br><br>The prince would climb off the fox-like then, resting his back ‘gainst his bed’s headrest, his fae gaze watching him, expectant. Already, there was satisfaction sketched ‘cross his features as he’d uttered the command, waiting to see the shock when the fox-like realized— there was no room to disobey him.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Endless, Numbered Days [Kismet &amp; Zhu Que]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zhu Que</strong> on <strong>02-03-2016, 03:33:49</strong>
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				As the prince gave that little smirk, Ailae felt a chill run through his body. The man did not seem worried at all, almost like he was playing with the poor fox-like. Ailae usually had a good sense of the situation, and he was trusting it this time when it told him that Gemini was someone he should be nervous about. He'd never feared any, but the prince was definitely making him worry, and not for his life--but for the future.<br><br>A tingle rose on his scalp as Gemini ran a hand through his hair. The assassin was almost calmed at the feel, if it wasn't for being captured, he might have actually relaxed some. No matter how much he argued the term 'pet,' he was still an animal-like. Animal-likes still shared some of the instinctive reflexes to actions like petting. His eyelids lowered a little at the sensation, until the prince spoke and leaned closer. Ailae found he could not look away from the gaze, that he almost didn't want to. Whether from stubbornness or captivation, he wasn't sure.<br><br>Slowly the feel of the shackles disappeared, but there was a lingering desire to remain still, to not reach for the prince's neck even though he had wanted to a short moment ago. Moving his arms away from his body a little, he wanted to push the man away from him, to throw Gemini off the bed so that he could escape. He couldn't, his arms rested against the bedding, not lifting to shove the man. Ailae settled for just glaring at the man. <em>'What is he doing to me?'</em> The young fox-like felt angry and confused.<br><br>Then, when the prince ran a hand over his chest and mentioned about removing Ailae's clothing, the fox-like's eyes widened. Hearing that simple command, the assassin found that his body was ready to comply. As Gemini moved off of him, Ailae slowly rolled over and rose to his knees. He took a moment to just stare at the prince before his hands seemed to move on their own. As he found he couldn't control it, he slowly rose to his feet, balancing with his feet on either side of Gemini's feet--watching the prince just relax against the headrest.<br><br>His hands came to the hem of his shirt at his hips, fingers slowly wrapping around the material and pulling up. Slipping the tight shirt up his body, Ailae looked confused. He didn't want to disrobe, but something inside him was scratching forward to obey and comply. As he slipped the shirt off over his head and let it fall to the side, his hair first caught in the material and then fluttered loose around him as the shirt dropped to the floor.<br><br>Those hands moved back to rest on his hips, fingers caught in the ties that held the waist of his pants together at the sides. Ailae frowned a little as he couldn't stop himself, fingers slowly untangling the ties on either side of him. As the strings came apart, the pants started to slip down from where they rested. More and more smooth skin was revealed, soft silvery-white peach-fuzz instead of pubic hair.<br><br>The pants dropped to pool around his feet with a soft rustling, showing he wore no other layers. His body looked smooth and hairless, but on a closer look, one could see that he was covered in very fine, soft silvery fur. The fur added to his pale appearance. Ailae stood there, staring at the prince, very unnerved that he just obeyed the man's order to strip. "What the hell did you do to me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Endless, Numbered Days [Kismet &amp; Zhu Que]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kismet</strong> on <strong>06-03-2016, 23:21:12</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">A slow satisfaction bloomed in him as the fox-like rose to his feet, his fingers curling ‘round the hem of his shirt. Obedience suited him much more than his defiance— and despite his (most likely) inner reluctance to disrobe, there was something sensuous in the easy way he pulled his shirt over his head, long, silver locks curtaining his form as he stood before the prince. Perhaps it was a particularly gratifying display since he knew how the fox could act if given free reign— claws out, poised to strike. But now, with just a little compulsion, he’d undo his pants strings, stripping himself bare before the prince. He was clay in Gemini’s hands.<br><br>And he was a <em>vision.</em> The prince merely a quiet moment to study him, amethyst eyes roving over his form. The fox’s pale skin, framed by his silver locks, gave him an ethereal, otherworldly look. The darkest part of him were his eyes, pomegranate red— a forbidden fruit that glared at him now, befuddled. <em>What the hell did you do to me?</em> Gemini’s gaze flicked up towards him at that, a small grin etching itself onto his features. “Isn’t it obvious?” he mused, as his hands rested now on the fox-like’s hips. He could feel the fox’s very fine fur ‘neath his tips, as he pulled him down towards him, meaning to have him sit in the prince’s lap— facing him, knees bent and tucked around him. <br><br>His touch was strong, but not overly authoritative. This battle had already been won in Gemini’s eyes, so there was no need to overdo it. With the fox in his lap now, Gemini ran a hand through his silvery locks again, caressing the base of his fox ears, feeling his soft fur ‘neath his fingertips. Everything about him was soft when he was like this (excluding his hard, questioning gaze)— the fine fur that covered his body, his locks, his ears. He leaned closer now, so that his breath would brush against his ear, giving an answer to his hardened query. “I made you mine,” was the prince's soft whisper.<br><br>“Think of yourself as my puppet, and me as your puppeteer. I merely pulled your strings.” As he spoke, he ran his hand down the fox-like’s chest. “I am your master now, doll. You are my tool, my weapon. Your body is mine to mold.” Such a curious body; his strength was most likely his speed, given his build and his slimness. He could feel those muscles in his chest now as his fingers traced his form; if this fox was paired up against a melee fighter— with heavy swords, slow to swing— or mages with slower casting times... or slow animal-likes, he was probably a terror. <em>His</em> terror now, to wield as he saw fit. <br><br>So when the prince looked upon him, there was more than just possessiveness there. Despite everything, the fox-like’s body was unapologetically alluring; it drew him in, like a moth to a hearth’s flame. “And this body of yours is beautiful,” Gemini murmured. He said it as an art critic would comment on a painting’s aesthetic— matter-of-fact. He said it not to flatter the fox, but because it simply needed to be said. As he spoke, his hand ran lower, sliding ‘gainst the fox-like’s thigh, ‘til finally his hand wrapped ‘round the fox-like’s length. His touch was gentle, but firm, as his hands slid up and down his manhood, moving from its base to his head. His strokes paid special attention to his head, stroking over his head and the tip of his length, his fingers slow, but deliberate. <br><br>“Don’t fret.” His voice was soft, milk and honey pooled over silk. “This will feel good, if you let it.” </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Endless, Numbered Days [Kismet &amp; Zhu Que]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zhu Que</strong> on <strong>09-03-2016, 20:30:12</strong>
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				Ailae's skin tingled when the prince placed his hands on his hips. He wanted to rip the man's hands from his body, but his hands did not obey him. He couldn't bring them up to grab Gemini's wrists, he just had to stand there and accept it. Then, he was pulled to sit and a noise of surprise escaped him, which turned into a low rumble of a growl as he was forced to straddle the man.<br><br>Baring his fangs as the prince ran a hand through his hair, the fox-like started to complain when those fingers caressed his ears. His complaint was cut short and his eyes closed a little. He was sure Gemini would think his ears were a weak spot for the assassin. He couldn't help the way his body reacted, and it didn't mean he particularly enjoyed it on anything but a basic instinctual level. That breath on his ear had it twitch away from the source and flatten, his body shivering in response. The words though, sent a chill that Ailae had never felt before flooding through his body.<br><br>He was used to being a little cooler than anyone else around him, but he'd never felt that chill before. It was like dread or fear creeping in, and every word the man said after made it settle deep down, tensing his spine and tail. He shivered a little as that hand moved down his bare chest. At being told that the prince thought himself Ailae's master, the fox-like scoffed. He tried to pretend he didn't hear the man mention him being a weapon or tool, or that the man wanted control of his body.<br><br>He licked his lips absently as he turned his head away a little. He tried not to be aware of the man feeling him up, tried to not be aware of the prince judging his skills. He was thin and smooth muscled, all lean for speed. Even as he didn't want to be aware of anything the prince did to him, but somewhere in him, he wanted to know what the man thought of him. What use Gemini might see in him.<br><br>At the mention of his body's beauty, Ailae's head turned quickly to stare at the man. Sure, he knew the prince would lay with men, and not that the fox-like was against that sort of relationship, he'd never considered the appeal of a man, or how he might appeal to a man. Blinking, he watched Gemini's face and didn't register the hand sliding along his body, until it was too late and the man grabbed his mostly soft length.<br><br>Without his consent, the organ jerked a little in response to the touch of a foreign hand.&nbsp; The stroking caused a physical reaction, as well as a growl and snap of his fangs. One hand jumped up to Gemini's shoulder, pressing, the other hand reached down to grab Gemini's wrist, trying to halt the movement of that hand. The growl turned into a groan. "Stop. Don't touch me!" He tried to scoot back off the prince's lap, but didn't move much in fear of that hold on his manhood.<br><br>"I'm not your doll! I'm not your tool or toy! Let go, this is too far!" He growled and gripped the prince's hand a little harder, body not letting him dig his nails in like he wanted. "Just kill me or cage me, this game went too far! Are humans known for torturing and confusing their prey!?" Ailae was unnerved by the way his body was reacting to the prince. Suddenly realizing he was being aroused by this man was shaking his confidence in his control of his own body. He worried of what Gemini's magics might be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Endless, Numbered Days [Kismet &amp; Zhu Que]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kismet</strong> on <strong>11-03-2016, 02:01:05</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Don’t fret, Gemini had told him, but of <em>course</em> he would. The animal-like were fickle creatures: all were in need of masters, but none could accept it. Some bruised pride that bubbled inside them would always push away the human hand that provided for them, refusing to believe that servitude suited them, clinging to their shattered dreams of freedom. It is the nature of an animal to be domesticated by man— so was it not an honor, to domesticated, to be <em>spared</em>, by the prince that lead nearly half of all mankind? Of course not. If only his fox were so thankful.<br><br>Instead, the fox grabbed his wrist, his other hand pressing Gemini’s shoulder into the headboard. He raised a brow, amused— he could afford to be, knowing the fox-like could not hurt him, could not even dig nails into his flesh with this motion. “Too far?” he echoed, chuckling, his laugh tinged with a hint of darkness. Gemini’s responses to this fox had been belittling since they met, but it was only now that his amethyst eyes gleamed with something a bit more sinister. “This coming from the fox who attempted to assassinate me in my own bedroom. And you say <em>this</em> is too far?”<br><br>In a swift motion, Gemini’s hands went to the fox-like’s shoulders; he pushed him down, pinning him to the bed. Now it was Gemini who hovered above him, his knees digging into the plush of the bed on either side of his fox, dark eyes roving over his catch. His midnight-black locks curtained his face, and one could see nothing but possessiveness penned into his gaze. “So naive,” he muttered. “As if I would let you decide your punishment. If you were less talented or tempting… maybe that <em>would’ve</em> been your fate. But your body has so much potential…” A hand ran up the animal-like’s chest, feeling fine fur ‘neath his tips. “I’d be a fool to squander it.”<br><br>He cupped a hand to the side of the fox’s face, his amethyst eyes holding his scarlet gaze. “Be a good fox,” he murmured. There were his eyes again; an intoxicating honey and wine blend, impossible to disobey. “<em>Don’t stop me. Don’t run from me.</em>”<br><br>Gemini took in a breath as he said it; he had not wanted to use another command— after all, it could grow tiring if he used too many at once. As he said the command, his vision grew blurry for a moment, before shifting into focus an instant later— a sign that he had about one or two commands left for the night before they started physically affecting his body. But it was worth it, to be able to touch him and know he could now do nothing about it. Gemini was not a man who could see beauty before him without taking it in his hands, or in this case, tasting it for himself. He was not the mulierose prince his father had wanted, but his strength in other areas made the world tolerate his one weakness: of fair men mewling under him, gasping at his touch.<br><br>He sat up now, his turn to straddle the fox that lay under him. His fingers found their way to the fox’s manhood once more, and his touch was the same as before, at first. Gentle but firm, stroking up and down his length, rolling his delicate head ‘neath the tips of his fingers. His other hand enclosed around the fox’s balls, cupping them softly, rolling them in his palm. Gemini’s touch grew firmer over time, his strokes only increasing in speed by a modicum— he wanted to gauge the fox’s reaction before switching it up. <br><br>“What about this is confusing to you? You should be <em>thankful</em> your punishment doesn’t involve sending you to the dungeons, pet.” The shadows that swam in his eyes before had vanished entirely— with the situation back under his control, there was no need for darkness here. Instead, they glimmered with a mischievous curiosity, cat-like in his query. “Is it being touched in such a way by a human prince? Or…” He smirked, raising a slender brow. “Have you never been taken by a man before?” </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Endless, Numbered Days [Kismet &amp; Zhu Que]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zhu Que</strong> on <strong>16-03-2016, 02:51:53</strong>
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				When Gemini mocked him about it being 'too far,' Ailae didn't retort. He felt like it should speak true that he would have been quick and final in dealing a killing blow, had he known about the prince's abilities. He wouldn't have toyed with him and made him suffer through something until he got tired of him. As these thoughts swirled around his head, the man under him suddenly changed their positions, and the fox-like was decidedly more unnerved being under the prince.<br><br>Eyes wide as he stared up at Gemini, Ailae really felt like prey--like he was about to be dined upon. That gaze that settled on him was enough to keep the smaller male from fighting back, almost like fear gripped him. As that hand moved up his chest, he couldn't help the little keening sound that was a mix of anxiety and excitement. His body was starting to enjoy the little touches, even if the muscles did flinch at the unfamiliar feelings. His mind, not so much. He hated feeling off balance, and had never really known fear, but there was more danger to the prince than just the man taking land.<br><br>He started to turn his head, but the other cupped his cheek to hold his face still, forcing him to lock sight. As Gemini spoke, the fox-like could feel a difference in it, like he was being drawn in, like he had to listen. Licking his lips, he didn't even realize that he gave the tiniest, briefest of nods to the command.<br><br>The young assassin's training taught him to catch the tiny hints of weakness, so something about the way that Gemini seemed to need a short second to focus called to him. At the moment he could not think of why it was important, but maybe it would come to his favor later down the line. If he lived long, that is.<br><br>As the prince once again found his length and started stroking again, Ailae groaned. This time from the reaction of his body, the way it sent tingles up his skin at the encouraging touches. Bringing a hand up to his mouth, he pressed the back of it against his parted lips and bit down, trying to call his body under his control and not the man's. As his manhood grew firm, the fox realized he was starting to lose to both his instincts and the prince. The other had stimulated him and now his body wanted the attention.<br><br>He tried to glare at the man at being called 'pet' again, but it was marred by his hand against his mouth. Moving his hand away at the first question, Ailae was about to snap that he'd been with a human before, a pretty lady that had been caring to animal-likes. Then, that second question came. That one caused him to freeze for a moment. He could suddenly feel the heat rising in his cheeks as the thought of what that question meant filter through his mind. That was when he realized the first question had not been 'human,' it had been 'human prince.'<br><br>A small growl rose in his throat as he turned his head away, hoping it hid some of his blushing. "What confuses me is that some <em>human prince</em>," he said it with a bit of a snear, "whom is known as the enemy of my kind, is toying with me." He licked his lips, wishing he had better control of himself, but even as he wanted to struggle and push at the prince, he could not command his body to fight the other ontop of him. "What confuses me, is that while I want to bite or scratch you, my body won't respond to anything but your hands." This was said a little quieter, but more out of frustration than trying to not be heard.<br><br>Ailae hated that his hips were tensed, length hard and balls tight, just because the prince was fondling him. He hated that he had less control than he thought. Were animal-likes so instinctive that a human could easily take advantage of it? His ears flattened as these thoughts filled him with anger and anxiety.
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