Twensu was breathing heavily as his dark eyes roved over the strange man with the crown, and his hackles, strange in this bizarre form, lifted. For some reason he didn't trust the skimpily clad creature; perhaps it was because he and Halaki were raised somewhere completely different, or maybe it was because men with red eyes made his toes curl in a strange way. Regardless, Twensu couldn't help but press down slightly on the body beneath him, causing the stranger to awaken from his brief stupor in a most unpleasant way. A curse bellowed from his mouth, and then he began to shout about Halaki and he. A violent kick followed, and Twensu's gaze flashed away from the stranger and to the man beneath him. Shut up, he hissed, voice laced with malice and the threat of something infinitely more painful if he continued speaking.
Halaki, meanwhile, was briefly uninterested in the curled up victim, and instead moved between Twensu and the stranger. Perhaps it was some sort of warped hero complex from a childhood long taken, but the chocolate man felt the overwhelming need to protect his brother from whatever harm this smaller man might be able to bestow. He'd already lost one sibling - there were no words for how he ached for Zeneca, the truly talented fighter of the three - and he would not let himself lose another. Anyway, he wanted to have fun with this curled up coward of a man. And then he wanted to have fun with Twensu. This stranger posed an immediate danger unless he was every bit as twisted as the brothers.
His wariness, however, dropped with the man - the Prince, he called himself - spoke in a tongue that curled awkwardly around the words that fell from it. Halaki's wide leer returned, and he cocked his head to further examine the slight creature. Halaki Qi'Vaex, the brother introduced, nodding his head politely. He felt no shame in facing this stranger even in this state of arousal; instead, it made the wide grin on his face slightly cockier. And this is my brother, Twensu, he added, jerking his head towards the lighter man. Twensu grunted a greeting, but was rather preoccupied with keeping his foot on the struggling man's throat and chest; the stranger was regaining strength, and he was a thinker, not a fighter. I'd, ah, say it's a pleasure to meet you but... Halaki's voice trailed off suggestively, and the pale grey eyes slipped away from the falsely crowned Prince and to the lithe form of his brother and their prey. While we thank you - and a good hunt it was - as you can see, we have... things to attend to.
They were going to fuck each other! the pinned creature suddenly gasped, having apparently gathered enough air to make a coherent sentence. And they're brothers! Twensu laughed before quickly pressing his large foot against the victim's windpipe again, rapidly leaning down to bring a clawed hand to the stranger's face. He held the muzzle shut for a moment before releasing it and lightly tracing a meandering line against his face, a seemingly tender gesture for a true lover. Oh, I wouldn't talk so loudly if I were you, Twensu said gently, a deceptively sweet smile on his conniving mouth. You'd hate to see how we can punish you. Twen's gaze shifted up to Halaki, who'd taken up residence against a nearby wall and was leaning against it, a casual observer, before he turned his head to Machidael. Obviously, Prince Machidael, we need to teach this man a few lessons. How good certain things feel, for example. D'you mind? His grin was wide and lecherous, though slightly inviting; it would make the hairs raise on any normal wolf.
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