[html] Eyes opened at the sound of footsteps, lifting his gaze to see Molochai approaching. He shifted positions, raising his head to better regard his brother. "I see you've returned," he stated obviously, tilting his head slightly to one side. "Lost without Mother?" he asked, curling his tail elegantly around his side. Molochai's solitary return meant Kaena would never come back, and bitterness bite away at his heart. He still loved her more than anything, even now. [/html]
[html] lulzyo Kaena had gone on her way and Molochai had failed to follow. He couldn't handle being the soldier anymore, being her little minion to teach the next litter to fight. He loved his mother, he believed he loved her more than any of her other children. They had just gone on their way and he had stayed behind and put his life on hold for her. Sacrifices? They knew nothing of the term.
lulzyoStaring at Samael he blinked his golden eyes at the younger brother before sitting and curling his tail around. The younger had grown attractive with time but he dismissed the thought. "I'm not lost, just... adjusting. She probably went off to get knocked up again, I was tired of playing babysitter and trainer." His expression had grown solemn and somewhat dark when he asked, "What about you? Pretty boy Samael found himself a nice wife?" Oh the bitter sarcasm.
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[html] So Molochai had found his own way. No longer Kaena's little minion, he sought his own destiny outside of her shadow. He wasn't the one lost without her presence. But of Samael? The haughty prince had become a whore, falling from grace as he'd allowed anyone to mark his flesh. Gabriel had been the first to strike him. Gabriel had been the first to leave his mark, clawing up his pretty face with his claws. And since his flesh had become riddled with open wounds and scars, showing where he'd let anyone touch him. Soiled his flesh with the hands and body of anyone, and everyone. Lust consumed him, and Samael sought solace wherever available.
Kaena's eyes stared back from Molochai's face. Kaena lived within him, as she lived within each of them, whether they wanted to admit it or not. Whether they fled from her legacy, denying her blood and heritage, pretending to be wolves and living amongst the sheep. He rose from where he lay on the ground, seating himself in a sitting position before his older brother. "No," he said, lips curving with a dark smirk. "But what of dear Molochai, if indeed Kaena has truly moved on? Surely this leaves your options more.. open," the younger coyote said, crimson gaze never shifting. [/html]
[html] lulzyo Of all his many, many, many siblings Molochai couldn't have predicted that he'd be sitting here, now talking to Samael. The younger half-brother hadn't really seemed all that interesting when they had been younger. Circumstance now brought them together -- perhaps it was circumstance that made Molochai so interested in staring at him. He flicked his tail out, a lazy smile on his lips when the younger Lykoi replied. So did that mean he wasn't interested in females or just lacked the ability to find one and keep one? Interesting question indeed.
lulzyoThe others question while irritating made Molo' lean forward a bit and shake his head. "I never fucked her you know." He stated rather dryly before letting the smile move to his eyes. Options open? Oh they were open alright. His brother didn't need to know he was still a virgin. Fuck that. This was his opportunity to take advantage of the situation, to take charge. Goodbye pushover Molochai. Leaning forward a little more he raised his paw slightly, if fully-shifted he would have touched the others face but that wasn't possible without bashing his muzzle. "All those little cuts are from you fucking around, aren't they?" This question seemed more a statement than anything else.
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[html] Smirk widened, but otherwise his expression remained blank and emotionless, showing nothing and otherwise saying nothing at Molochai's response. Was it amusement, or something more in that smile on his lips? Molochai, her beloved son had never fucked her. Had he never wanted to? Or was even he unworthy of her affections? And that would leave Samael even further below her notice, for he'd never been the one at her side, loved and respected as a worthy individual and son. Even Gabriel had attained that, left with Inferni in his hands once Kaena fled.
His paw raised slightly, leaning in to look at the marks carved onto Samael's face. Wounds that covered his body, twisting his frail beauty into something sinister. That showed him for what he was—a monster and a fiend, yet he'd done nothing yet worthy of Mother's pride. He'd only sated his own desires, drowning in the feel of blood on his skin and his flesh tearing beneath someone's nails. "Yes," he said simply, darkness creeping into the eyes of the prince-turned-whore. [/html]
[html] lulzyo What exactly had transpired to give Samael all these cuts and scars? He knew of his mother's own sweet addiction to rough sex, he had inadvertently watched quite a few times. However to see his younger brother interested in the same thing puzzled and amused him. Perhaps amused isn't the correct word here, perhaps aroused is. Golden eyes studied them before he took his paw and roughly shoved Samael's chest.
lulzyo"Like getting shoved around Sam?" He smiled but it was a Lykoi grin now, dark and disturbing and his eyes matched the emotion. "Did a little girl give you these, or did you take them from a man?" Man of course referring to a male wolf since everyone knows humans are dead. The thought of doing the same to him seemed more appealing as each second passed.
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[html] Madness crept into his expression as Molochai shoved him in the chest. White fangs slid past his lips as mouth curved into an expression so common to those who shared their blood. "Anyone who so pleased," he said, thought suddenly entering his mind of his brother doing the same. Samael was far from being concerned whether he fucked those sharing his blood, but perhaps further to contrary. Their blood held beauty. Their blood held perfection. And Kaena's eyes were staring back at him from his brother's face.
"Are you a man?" he asked softly, maniacal traces still alight in the blood-red of eyes and the delicate smile touching his lips as he rose slightly. Leaning closer to Molochai, muzzle found his ruff, burying his nose in his fur as crimson eyes sought his brother's. Suddenly, fangs bared, nipping gently at his skin. [/html]
[html] A computer virus kept me from replying.  I hate friends that download crap. Slight powerplay. lulzyo Was he a man? A year ago he would have hurt anyone who dared to ask him that question. Being a minion does wonders to your self-esteem. Now however he was confident enough to merely smirk and growl out an answer in the form of a question. "Are you worthy of this man’s time?" Any Lykoi that remained faithful to his heritage was, and this dark side of Samael was extremely appealing. Time really did bring about change.
lulzyo Muzzle buried in his ruff, teeth nipping at him. A flash of arousal flashed through his mind and his body and for a brief moment he let his eyes hard stare at the other sibling. He didn’t need to think of why this was happening, or why he wanted it. It just was. Flicking his muzzle around he let his own teeth find soft scruff, let the sharp canines gently break the skin and felt the rush of power flow through him. He started to use his weight, wanting nothing more than to pin his brother to the ground and do whatever he pleased. The words were barely above a whisper but they would surely seem loud in Sam’s ear with his muzzle right there. A little more pressure on his scruff, "I’m going to do wonderfully horrible things to you Sam."
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[html] Of course he was worthy. The Prince of Fear smirked as fangs sought out flesh, nipping harder at his brother's skin. Molochai responded, turning his muzzle around and finding his own scruff. Teeth bite into his flesh, breaking skin and sinking through his gold and black fur. His brother's weight shifted, pushing him toward the ground below him and pinning him there beneath his body. Voice whispering in his ear, a soft sound uttered from the younger Lykoi's lips. A faint whine, more of a moan as eyes half-lidded, feeling the increased pressure on his neck. "You promise?" Samael replied in a soft whisper, that mad Lykoi grin creeping across his lips. [/html]
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