04-04-2008, 08:10 PM
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Madness crept into his expression as Molochai shoved him in the chest. White fangs slid past his lips as mouth curved into an expression so common to those who shared their blood. "Anyone who so pleased," he said, thought suddenly entering his mind of his brother doing the same. Samael was far from being concerned whether he fucked those sharing his blood, but perhaps further to contrary. Their blood held beauty. Their blood held perfection. And Kaena's eyes were staring back at him from his brother's face.
"Are you a man?" he asked softly, maniacal traces still alight in the blood-red of eyes and the delicate smile touching his lips as he rose slightly. Leaning closer to Molochai, muzzle found his ruff, burying his nose in his fur as crimson eyes sought his brother's. Suddenly, fangs bared, nipping gently at his skin.
"Are you a man?" he asked softly, maniacal traces still alight in the blood-red of eyes and the delicate smile touching his lips as he rose slightly. Leaning closer to Molochai, muzzle found his ruff, burying his nose in his fur as crimson eyes sought his brother's. Suddenly, fangs bared, nipping gently at his skin.