You're very close to power-playing in some parts of your previous reply. 300+
There was no hate in Haku Soul’s eyes. They were dying stars, frozen in the moment before their extinction that would happen in a blinding light, in a glorious explosion. Haku’s eyes spoke of death and decay, because that was what he had to offer. Conor was a child that lived together with the Devil’s offspring, and the child had reason to be afraid of its sire. The brilliant blue was locked to the youth, the foolish young wolf that believed in the tales of knights and dragons, maidens and the game of thrones. Reality did not fit the stories, and there was no purpose in the black wolf’s challenge. The only explanation could be stupidity, because that was the only option that was valid if one was to investigate the younger loner’s actions.
The blade soared in his direction, and the Lilium willingly grasped hold of the shiny blade, ignoring the part of the metal that slightly dug into his gums. Jaws crushed down on command, as this was exactly what the man had wanted. The other, as expected, moved sideways, and the chocolate secui followed with ease, amused by the lack of improvisation from the younger man’s side. The other man made a movement to rip his knife out, but the Lilium held on tightly, refusing to let the guy have his blade back. His mouth was already full of delicious red and the drove the demon even further into the determination of seeing the other man being ripped to pieces.
But then. Somehow, obviously by using some kind of magic, the man was all of a sudden next to him, despite the fact that Haku had followed the man up closely with ease moments before. An arm wrapped around his throat. The Lilium did not stand by idly as this happened. He let the man get his grip, then immediately let his feet go limb, so that the other would be put out of balance by the sudden increase of weight. Although his head was jammed, the rest of Haku’s body was not, and his hind legs magnificently kicked out to severely damage the soft belly that was destined to be within reach if the other man did not immediately loosen his grip and let go. Front paws had already risen beforehand to claw at the soft and fragile underarm that held him so tightly. |
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