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Muzzle wrinkled in amusement, fangs faintly exposed from the expression, he watched as the puppy stuck his tongue out and began to strut across the sand. He lifted his head, tilting it faintly as though honestly curious about the creature and his antics, cold laughter lingering on his lips. Honestly, he could care less what the whelp felt about him, and he could care less about his immature act of arrogance. He despised these whelps, and far as he knew, they despised him back. ”Better watch that tongue before someone tears it out,” he said lightly, stretching his legs out before him and burying his claws on the sand. [/html]
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Nobo'y woul' dare, he shot right back, smirking at Samael. After all, he was a prince; nobody was stupid enough to mess with the boy of a demon. He wasn't entirely sure whether his immaturity was displayed in such arrogance simply to piss Samael off, or if it was really a product of his being a child. For the sake of holding on to the dignity and the devilish evil he possessed, he really did hope it was the former.
Then again, the possibility that Samael would be the one to rip his tongue off was not particularly appealing, either. The boy merely continued to sneer in such a way that he looked quite spoiled, tail lashing behind him, and then his eyes glinted in the sunlight as his head turned quickly towards his half-brother once more. Pr've 't.
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Grin widened, giving his face a truly sinister expression as he regarded the boy. He was a foolish child in Samael’s eyes, for no matter the dark color of his soul, his body was still rather small and undeveloped. If he so desired, he could crush that child’s tiny skull between his fangs with hardly an effort. Samael and his siblings had been chosen, their birth predicted and their father a vessel sent straight from hell to bring them into the world. Such a birth fed his own arrogance, leaving him to feel quite above his other, rather mortal siblings, even if it wasn’t even completely a conscious thought.
Crimson eyes gleamed as the boy’s challenge, lingering for a moment in silence as he contemplated his next action. But a second later, gold and black creature became a blur, springing into action as he lunged forth toward his brother. Fangs snapping a mere few inches from his muzzle, he leapt to his feet, standing over the boy with his head lowered and his mane bristling in a quite menacing way. ”Are you sure that’s a wise choice, little brother?” he hissed through his fangs, dark laughter present on his lips as he peered down at him.
How he'd love to tear the boy apart.
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He, of course, didn't know the history behind Samael's birth. Had he known, he probably wouldn't have been any more frightened; a lack of outward emotion seemed pretty apparent in him. No, the only thing he believed he would have felt was jealousy; he was an unplanned child, a mistake, but that fed his desire to rip apart the bastards who'd brought him into the world with no intention to. His older half-sibling, however, had a purpose. Andre wasn't one to consider it for long, given the uselessness that all of the Lykois seemed to portray, for he always seemed to find them lounging around on the sand or walking aimlessly without a sense of direction. He didn't really care.
When the blur that was his black and gold brother shot into motion, he backed up, though he himself bristled, as well. Tension lingered strong in the air, shoved forward by Samael and absorbed greedily by the chaotic youngster. Oh, he expelled his own, having found a good reason to justify his seemingly reasonless hatred of the beast, but it wasn't half as much as he sucked in. Grinning quite sanely, though with his love of the danger and the burning rage drawn openly across it, he sat back and raised his head.
I'm no' st'pid, he said proudly, 'cause I kn'w yo' wouldn' do 't. That was plain to see; he could only imagine the reaction that others would have if Samael touched a hair on his body. Then again, most of the Lykois were not fond of one another; they weren't exactly what one would call a tight-knit family.
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[html] There was no fear expelled from the youth; simply chaos, as he first backed up and bristled in response to Samael’s feign. He was confident in the idea his older brother wouldn’t bring about his immediate death, but the only thing stopping him right then from tearing out the child’s throat was something of a loyalty to Kaena. He knew she loved her children, and thus was brought about his curse once he was replaced by this new litter. Even this loyalty was tested, as bloodlust surged through his senses. But he was more than simply an animal, unable to control its instincts. If anything, he was worse than some mindless being, for he fell into instinct knowingly and willingly.
”Are you sure about that?” he inquired, lazily slashing out with one paw toward the puppy; enough meaning driving his limb forward that surely the youth would have to again dodge his strike. For now, he would toy with the child and his own will, leaving the puppy to ensure no accidents happened on his own.[/html]
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With some sort of precision that he didn't quite know he had, the boy stepped back once more and to the side, neatly evading the paw that shot out at him. It was narrow, of course, and he felt Samael's nail—at least one of them—stir his coat. The quick evasion had not intentionally placed him in the way of what could potentially have been harm, but he wasn't too concerned; it hadn't hit him, and therefore, it was nothing to worry about. He merely grimaced at his brother, no longer smirking but still with the aura of dry amusement that did not fit a child.
I'm sure, he reiterated, one brow shifting above the other with a sort of, "anything else?" expression. He knew that if Samael even showed a hint of coming close enough to put him in serious danger, he would just leave and not give his older half-brother a chance to do anything, although he knew the larger coyote could kill him within seconds if need be. He was absolutely certain that his brother wouldn't, though.
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There was an intrigue for the child. A curiosity that allowed him to wonder about the boy, and to almost want to see what he'd one day become. Perhaps it was something of their similar nature that held him so interested, or simple amusement that a child could be bred of such a twisted nature. But it was nothing new, for he and his own litter bore their own satanic roots and chaotic destinies, but the children born before had been almost a disappointment, running off to live with wolves, or simply disappearing entirely. Even Molochai, Kaena's once prized son had been gone for nearly a year, and Samael had almost had something of a respect for his golden brother. Already he could tell this child would one day prove a challenge, for there was an inbred hatred between the siblings that would more than likely lead to bloodshed in the future. Lowering his head almost to his forepaws, crimson gaze fixed on the smaller coyote.
"Interesting," he said, voice lacking any of the emotion such a statement may of held. "Why don't we make a deal?" The older Lykoi began, twisted an ear toward his sibling. "I'll let you go today, and you can go back to doing whatever it is that puppies like to do, but only on one condition." And here something of a smile crept across his muzzle, hollow gaze glittering with some malicious intent. "That one day in the future, when you grow up big and strong you'll ensure you'll try to kill me. I need something to look forward to." Oh, he knew it would be a simple task, because already he could see the hatred growing beneath the surface of the boy. That lack of emotion that showed his unconcern for even those bound by blood. And that he'd probably enjoy shedding the elder prince's blood.
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Fine, the child remarked, though his fur did not flatten itself, nor did the glint in his eye that spoke of murder disappear. Instead, the tensed young coyote simply turned away from Samael, not caring whether he was struck down from behind by a brother who probably was lying (though he had no guarantee) and readied himself to leave. There was no point staying around for a fight that wouldn't happen, and he could find better victims to torture. Even his brother and sister would be better game for him than the older man was proving to be.
I'll k'll you tha' d'y, he promised, and then he continued off in the direction he'd originally been going, still bristling quite magnificently from the encounter.
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