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OOC here: Table & Coding © Jenny/Kiri; Thanks hun, got it commissioned; 511 words
Ouija wasn't one to normally fight. It just wasn't his forte. He certainly had size and all on his side but he didn't typically use it. But where he came from they tended to generally get along with each other. He didn't really have much of an occasion to actually fight. But why fight when love could be found? His size was used for just that. It was one of the reasons that he was wanted. That and his ability to get into character and be the desired lover. So while he wasn't much of a fighter he did know roughness. He knew how to be the dominating force. But he would never really think to maim someone and cause permanent injury. Not unless it was specifically asked for. So when he saw a lupus form he thought to take it in an amorous way. He simply had to have them for himself. He had to be the one to pass on the gift. To pass on this blessing that he had been bestowed with. And that is exactly what was on his mind as he saw Ezra.
Despite his size Ouija was typically harmless. He couldn't help his height, not that anyone could. None could make themselves taller or shorter at will. He was large because of genetics. And really, he hadn't wanted to harm Ezra but only to love him. At least until he was bitten. Now that was really uncalled for. A growl rose up in his throat as he glared down at the one that had thought to bite him. His free hand reached out to try and drag claws against the other male's shoulder, hoping to distract him so that he could get his other hand free. "So you want to play rough?" The words were growled out. "I can play rough."
A wicked grin twisted upon his face. He had played this role before. In his mind it was still only a game. He related the bloodshed to foreplay. After all the other hadn't said no but had only bitten. He could fight for dominance if it came down to it. "You are going to thank me for this after it is over." The words were whispered out with a chuckle. He was going to make sure that the male gained a new form by the time that this was done. That was the single thought that was really on his mind. There was something about a lupus form that made him forget all moral values. They were his vice. Just as that molester down the street could be the nicest person that you know but tempt their with their vice then who could tell what they will do. This form that the other had was his vice. He couldn't help himself. He just had to have it. He wouldn't be satisfied until he got it. It was like a junkie needing their fix. They couldn't calm down until they had it. Once he got his fix of the other he would be fine again.
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