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Exercise in Futility - OTA - Backdated to April 24 Dawn
He was deep in the jungle when the warm humidity became cool and crisp and the dark earthy smell suddenly held a hint of salt and sea. Midnight became brighter, the sharp sliver of new moon suddenly large and ripe and more than half way to full.
It disoriented him, the wolf immersed in the hunt and the night and the man deep within who registered the shock and then the anger as he shifted back to human form and recognized where he was. The far outskirts of the world of the inn was dry and spare and seemed neverending until you found yourself dumped back where you began and he knew with the awareness of an animal that where he had been was a long way off.
And so were his pants.
He swore viciously, not sure what made him angrier the loss of a pair of pants or that the other world hadn't afforded him a way home. That it had in fact been a sop, from whoever was holding them here, to make them feel less like prisoners. And that for a short while it had worked.
He wandered the emptiness, then the woods as he worked his way back to the inn, the wolf hunting for... what he didn't know. Restless and pacing like a caged animal more than really searching for anything specific.
Then as dawn broke he found his feet on the well manicured lawn of the inn, shifting back to human form as he made his was wearily to his room.
[ooc: When the other world went away at midnight he got dumped back in the little world of the inn and he's annoyed. He also has no pants. He isn't really concerned by his nudity but please feel free to notice.]
It disoriented him, the wolf immersed in the hunt and the night and the man deep within who registered the shock and then the anger as he shifted back to human form and recognized where he was. The far outskirts of the world of the inn was dry and spare and seemed neverending until you found yourself dumped back where you began and he knew with the awareness of an animal that where he had been was a long way off.
And so were his pants.
He swore viciously, not sure what made him angrier the loss of a pair of pants or that the other world hadn't afforded him a way home. That it had in fact been a sop, from whoever was holding them here, to make them feel less like prisoners. And that for a short while it had worked.
He wandered the emptiness, then the woods as he worked his way back to the inn, the wolf hunting for... what he didn't know. Restless and pacing like a caged animal more than really searching for anything specific.
Then as dawn broke he found his feet on the well manicured lawn of the inn, shifting back to human form as he made his was wearily to his room.
[ooc: When the other world went away at midnight he got dumped back in the little world of the inn and he's annoyed. He also has no pants. He isn't really concerned by his nudity but please feel free to notice.]
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He swore, he'd feel that one tomorrow, and his nails (not as sharp as her raked over her shoulder as he flipped her over his head so she hit the ground behind him.
Hopefully hard enough to take her breath as he got back to his feet in one lithe movement and faced her again.
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It wasn't the practiced dance of sparring with Raleigh, but there was still a grace and intimate beauty to the way she moved with him. Evidence, if he'd been wanting it, that she'd told him no lies.
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He went down on one knee, moving to knock her off her feet once more, his shoulder in her gut.
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"Why am I the only the bleeding?" He growled, but he was less angry, more amused now, even if his frustration simmered there beneath the surface.
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Hot. His word. They didn't use it that way in her world and Raleigh preferred sweeter words.
She fanned her claws and showed off her fangs again. "You want some more?"
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He left the rest unanswered, and flexed his shoulders. "I could go another round - if you promise not to bite."
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"Hope that wasn't a favorite."
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Or not. Raleigh would probably be glad to see her dressing in more modern tops (but he'd never complained about the leather pants).
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"Do you have to?" Because let's face it, the bustier was hot.
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"That's what you said the last time you tore my clothes in public."
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"Anyone who doesn't say it, id either dead or blind."
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She beckoned with the crook of her fingers for him to come at her if he was going to.
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"I can't believe you bit me," he growled, turning his head to look at her. "That's going to leave a mark."
And not in the fun way.
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Word had reached her that a naked man matching Dyson's description was pacing on the lawn. She'd guessed at what might have happened, retrieved a pair of blue jeans from the boutique (it hadn't been difficult to match her mental image against the sizes hanging there) and poofed herself to a respectable distance so he'd have some warning of her impending arrival.
And yet, in the short time it had taken her to put aside her work and do him the courtesy of bringing him pants, he'd managed to engage in strenuous foreplay with Yasmeen that involved biting.
Of course, she was too close now to leave without being seen, so she stalked across the lawn, ignoring the heels of her boots when they stuck in the grass, and through the jeans at his crotch.
"Foolish me, I thought you might need these. I should have known you lack any sense of decency." The shrewish bite to her tone made her wince--why should she care what he did with Yasmeen if Raleigh didn't? But she couldn't deny that the entire thing raised fire in her belly.
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"Hardly my fault Songrun went away and took my pants." Decency hardly came into it.
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Yasmeen's eyebrow lifted at that, but she knew better than to get between Regina and someone she was mad at, cared about, or both. Yet she did take note that it was Regina who'd brought him the pants. Not a minion and not Her Majesty, evil or otherwise. That boded well for Dyson surviving her current pique.
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Yasmeen had sort of instigated the fight, mostly. A little.
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Yasmeen waited until she was positive Regina had gone to elbow him in the side and give way to husky laughter. It was like watching a slow motion shipwreck before the crew knew they were fucked.
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But should he. And did he want to.
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