NATE
The nickname has Nate's mind rankling, even while his tongue dips out to wet his chops, a new hunger evident in the twist of muscles beneath fur. Blood paints the tips of Nate's stolen claws, tinting the air between them with iron and igniting a low rumble in the ascended's chest, too soft to be a growl and too rough to be a purr. You're better than that jealous bitch. No small amount of venom curdles through the bond with the words, resentment and jealousy on full display.
To hear that it's not the star bitch though? Relief oozes through the bond. I'm glad I won't be losing someone else to her greedy hands. Nate admits. Locke is an easy friend to have, one Nate wants to keep for as long as possible, but with the way he is positioned opposed to the herald... it makes it difficult.
Nate blinks slow and content as Locke's claws make contact with the side of his face, sending him sprawling to his side and landing as a man in the sand. A bright, hysterical gasp of laughter leaves Nate, stretching breathlessly on and on, fighting against the crash of waves for attention. When he finally rises again, brushing sand off his shirtless body, he steps towards Locke to rest a firm hand between feline ears. Fluid dries quickly on his face, scabbing diamond-like where claws have opened wounds on Nate's jaw. "You'll have to show me more of your claws when I don't have to run, huh sweetheart?"
With one final laugh chuffing out of him, Nate turns on his heel to disappear up the cliffside, pausing only to gather up his clothes.
Fin~
To hear that it's not the star bitch though? Relief oozes through the bond. I'm glad I won't be losing someone else to her greedy hands. Nate admits. Locke is an easy friend to have, one Nate wants to keep for as long as possible, but with the way he is positioned opposed to the herald... it makes it difficult.
Nate blinks slow and content as Locke's claws make contact with the side of his face, sending him sprawling to his side and landing as a man in the sand. A bright, hysterical gasp of laughter leaves Nate, stretching breathlessly on and on, fighting against the crash of waves for attention. When he finally rises again, brushing sand off his shirtless body, he steps towards Locke to rest a firm hand between feline ears. Fluid dries quickly on his face, scabbing diamond-like where claws have opened wounds on Nate's jaw. "You'll have to show me more of your claws when I don't have to run, huh sweetheart?"
With one final laugh chuffing out of him, Nate turns on his heel to disappear up the cliffside, pausing only to gather up his clothes.
Fin~
Let’s admit, without apology,
what we do to each other
what we do to each other
