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Machidael is by me!
Only the red eyes, sunken into a rust-and-coal colored face, moved, appraising the stranger from his perch on high for a moment. His ears had already twitched to catch the noises of another approach, and the song woven by those heartbeats and pounding feet was a song Machidael knew well. The chase was a part of the raid. It was then that a second figure sailed into the room, pinning the fallen wolf -- who had begun to struggle and attempt to rise -- to the stone floor. Machidael appraised this stranger with narrowed eyes, though his gaze shifted to the second form as it entered more casually.
This second was the one that caught Machidael's eye, and it was with envy his crimson eyes roved over the form. Thickly muscled and with legs and arms that seemed thick around as a bole to the comparatively tiny jackal, Machidael could look on this one and feel nothing but intense jealousy/desire, one he was all too familiar with. Yet, if nothing else aside rending a nipple from his body and scarring his legs (okay, so a lot), the fight with the pale coyote had taught him wariness.
Much as the rust-colored hybrid hated to admit such, he was no powerful god here. His strength had, he knew, been with the raiders and under the rule of the elders. He'd known that as far back as his second time living in al-Iskandariyya; it was no new realization. And yet, he was more painfully aware of that, gawking on the tall and well-muscled stranger and his smaller, sleeker friend -- or, brother? Machidael's eyes, already narrowed, stared. The second one did not notice him, but the first had drawn his gaze up toward Machidael.
He stood swiftly, and the crown upon his head slid down over his hair. The locks were a deep, brown-black rather than their usual deep coal, owing to his lack of dye -- but he'd ordered Verenna to procure the necessaries, and expected them to accompany her return. He still had brushed his fur to a shine, though, and the wrap around his waist was expertly tied off as not to slip away -- unless Machi wanted it to, for whatever reason.
The rust-colored jackal opened his mouth to speak, and the restrained wolf chose that moment to bellow a curse and try to throw the weight on his back away. His shouts were something about brothers and fucking, and Machidael stared at the creature with open contempt until the sleeker canine delivered a sharp kick to the man, whereupon the wolf groaned softly and attempted to curl up. He seemed to be shivering, too. Machi grinned broadly, the gold tooth glittering in his mouth, and dipped his head in thanks.
Machidael Sutekh Lykoi, he proclaimed in answer of the question, the first two words rolling from his tongue. The last was more a rasp, evidence of its strangeness on his mother tongue. Prince, he added. It was less an introduction than he'd hoped to make before being interrupted, but at least now he could also express the sentiment lingering on the first canine to interrupt his solitude. He pointed a finger at the coal-furred stranger, still groaning and clutching at the spot he'd been kicked. Good... hunt.
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