Relief washes over him as soon as the stable doors are shut. In truth, Khoriya knows that the heavy wooden walls would prove little obstacle if he were to truly lose control, but it is at least one barrier between him and all the unknowing revelers outside. At least here he can wait out the effects of whatever damned concoction the humans had dosed their food with without the sound of laughter or music pricking at his senses, of the temptations of bared flesh and sensual display. Even the horses are gone, and the stable is quiet.
What modicum of peace he's found is shattered by Ankari's voice, his lingering presence like the scrape of nails against brass, too close, the honey-sweet green scent of him stirring the inner animal to hunger despite himself, the mirrored desires for mate and meat so close as to be nearly indistinguishable. Why is that damned elf still here, tempting fate? Why had he not been driven away?
What the Ankari intends as observation, Khoriya hears as insult, and the brief, petty flicker of indignation is overshadowed by the incandescent flare of fury, pent up bloodlust seeking an outlet, any outlet at all.
"You wish to commend me?" In a blur of motion, Khoriya rounds upon him - one long arm outstretched to pin Ankari back against one of the stable doors as he looms over him, all bristling mane and slavering jaws - and that massive cock now standing fully erect, barely disguised by the drape of cloak. Blunt claws rake over Ankari's front, catching against his shirt with a faint rrip of cloth. "Better that you beg for mercy for your presumptuous tongue instead. The night is long; perhaps I've hunger enough to sate myself with elf flesh all the same."
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What modicum of peace he's found is shattered by Ankari's voice, his lingering presence like the scrape of nails against brass, too close, the honey-sweet green scent of him stirring the inner animal to hunger despite himself, the mirrored desires for mate and meat so close as to be nearly indistinguishable. Why is that damned elf still here, tempting fate? Why had he not been driven away?
What the Ankari intends as observation, Khoriya hears as insult, and the brief, petty flicker of indignation is overshadowed by the incandescent flare of fury, pent up bloodlust seeking an outlet, any outlet at all.
"You wish to commend me?" In a blur of motion, Khoriya rounds upon him - one long arm outstretched to pin Ankari back against one of the stable doors as he looms over him, all bristling mane and slavering jaws - and that massive cock now standing fully erect, barely disguised by the drape of cloak. Blunt claws rake over Ankari's front, catching against his shirt with a faint rrip of cloth. "Better that you beg for mercy for your presumptuous tongue instead. The night is long; perhaps I've hunger enough to sate myself with elf flesh all the same."