those short days and long nights.

Barrett · 10-03-2011, 10:27 AM

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Bahaha. Ilu Mel XD Powerplay with the ear thing, let me know if you want it changed, rofl >_>;

Once in a blue moon, Barry assumed a dominant role. After all, he was the engineer, architect, and supervisor overseeing stable construction; once upon a time, he'd lead a small hunting party of Dreamers and greeted prospective joiners at the borders. Point was he could be tactical, decisive, and managerial when he put his mind to it, but that was the thing--his mind was usually elsewhere. Being in charge also meant responsibility. How could he rebel against the established order if he was the order? Some deep, instinctual part of him understood their posturing for what it was, but consciously, it wasn't even on his radar. A full year and a half his senior, and reeking of the musky pheromones of an Alpha, it only seemed natural Zeke assume dominance. Still, there was no fear or cowardice on Barrett's part--he exuded calm confidence, even while actively submitting. In a sense, he simply took the path of least resistance. Most (sane) individuals wouldn't violently pursue or reprimand someone who clearly wasn't challenging them anyway.

At any rate, the younger male was acting more like a nuisance than a legitimate contender. As the beige Aquila grasped at the ruff of his neck, the coffee hybrid uttered a series of nonsensical vocal sounds, squirmed ineffectively, and--apparently resigned to his capture--reached up with his paws to pull the coyote in closer. He strained to nom (gently, of course) on one of those cinnamon ears. A mock scowl was offered as he spat it out. You know, he snorted, speaking coherently for the first time in minutes, I might just have something to make you taste better. His tone was one of jesting reproach--obviously he had no intentions of 'tasting' his cousin so much as consuming something that, by chance, happened to make anything one tasted more fantastic than usual. Ezekiel would hopefully understand the allusion. Subconsciously, he'd already begun to shift; hands would be helpful if they were to smoke. His bag wasn't stashed far from here.

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