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Post by Mystery on Mar 29, 2013 1:38:27 GMT -5
Bahari wasn't exactly privy to the whers thoughts either. Damiosk was eying the blood dripping on his wrist with an eagerness that was almost murderous. He wanted it. Give it to him. Give it give it give it. Damion bent as the wher flopped, petting him gently and earning a croon that swiftly turned into an eager little whine when Bahari wriggled his bloody thing. Gimmegimme. Oh his things toy would give the blood wouldn't he? "He probably thinks so, actually." Damion grinned, stepping closer to Bahari as his wher fixed those large eyes on the swinging meat. Of course, Damion could warn Bahari that teasing Damiosk would only get him ripping his lungs out just to make a point.
... ... Fresh kill? Kill.
[/i] There was a long moment in which Damiosk stared, and his muscles tensed and his eyes whirled more rapidly. Right as he would have pounced, Bahari threw the slaughtered thing and Damiosk scrambled for it. Not only did he make disgustingly happy sounds, but he ripped into the bird and buried his face in the blood. ... Approve. Can keep it.[/i] He spoke carefully to Bahari, crooning before practically wriggling in the mess of entrails and mess he'd made. "I don't mind at all." Damion purred, trying to draw his attention back to him by slipping an arm around his waist and rolling his eyes at his wher. "If you hadn't, he would have tried to take a piece out of you. Damiosk is rather strong willed. I'm assured you cleaned up your things well enough?" He paused, considering his words before he moved, attempting to yank Bahari closer to plant a kiss on his mouth. "I'm sure we could have done something about empty hands either way."[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by pulp on Mar 29, 2013 1:59:24 GMT -5
Oh see, there was a slice of something adorable there when Damion got a croon out of the thing. Bahari smiled, and after he had passed off his treat he was glad to see that the wher all but honed in on it and began getting his fill. Bahari allowed himself a proud little smile as he continued with the effort to clean off his hand, watching the scene unfold and not feeling too grossed out by it. Again, he had dragonrider parents, seeing a wher rip into a wherry was no different than watching a dragon tear into a herdbest, creatures needed to eat and Bahari didn't have a bleeding heart about those sort of things.
There was a touch of surprise when the wher made the decision to speak to him personally. Again, he had been bespoken by dragons before, but being done so by a wher was a new sort of sensation. The starcrafter grinned, and the grin soon grew into a wide smile as he watched the wher enjoy the mess he had made. Good. The man certainly was pleased that he had done a seemingly good motion all on his own. His expression was assuredly smug when Damion came in and slipped one of those arms around his waist. The starcrafter managed to tear his gaze away from that sight to look at the taller figure, arching an eyebrow at him.
"Ah, oh would he? Well I'm sure I wouldn't have tasted nearly as good. And to think, you probably would've been fine with luring me out here based on some idea of trust, I wouldn't be nearly as pretty if I didn't have both my hands you kn--" He could've gone on longer with his smarm and his snarky comments, but that was interrupted when Bahari was yanked close and his talking cut off with a mouth at his lips. His reaction was instant, his mouth falling open with a bit of a sigh, his hands moving to run up Damion's torso and onto that chest where he braced them against that (oh so nicely muscled) frame.
"Done something?" When he did have use of those lips again he chuckled out the word, smiling at the wherhandler. "Oh it's easy to think about it now. If I didn't know any better I'd guess that it would just be too much for you to admit you're impressed."
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Post by Mystery on Mar 29, 2013 14:09:05 GMT -5
If Damion had known Bahari was thinking of his bonded as adorable, he might have been comatose with laughter by that point. There was affection there, the bond was deep, but Damion didn't think he was cute in anyway. He thought he was a primal, angry, gloriously powerful creature. Once he'd finished ripping apart the bird and getting himself disgustingly messy, he picked a few favourite bits of it to actually eat with happy crooning sound and others to set aside. ... Damiosk share?
[/i] it was clearly a reluctant offer, as much as a sulky child could offer to share their favourite toy, before his eyes found Damion. Was that blue in his whers eyes? Ew. Disgusting. "Stop looking at me like that." A snort followed the command, Damiosk wriggling around in his mess before growling. Toy play? Toy come kill toys? Rip them, tear them, so much fun.[/i] Oh yes, Bahari was most certainly accepted into Damiosk's little group. He rarely approved of anyone. Those he did approve of fell out of favour quickly. "No. Damiosk play with your food." He growled back, only then turning his attention back to Bahari. "... Not tasted good? Damiosk loves human flesh. I have to hold him back near constantly." He smirked, shrugging one shoulder, "That's why I said trust me. I wouldn't have let him hurt you." He grinned, pressing into the touch on his chest, taking full advantage of the moment to distract his toy. He didn't mind Damiosk not killing the kid but really. When he shoved between them to look up at Bahari. Much to Damion's distaste. "Me? Impressed? Hm. Perhaps."[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by pulp on Mar 29, 2013 14:38:39 GMT -5
Aside from the wher making a mess and generally getting filthy with the entrails and blood of it all, it was still sharding cute that he was crooning through it--although that might define a bit how skewed Bahari's perception of cute was. The starcrafter watched a bit longer. Whers weren't as intelligent as dragons, true, but they weren't nearly as aloof of them either. Bahari, while he may not prefer that, can very much appreciate it. A bit of a curious look flickered over his face when the wher seemed to set a few bits aside and, oh, oh shards, did he just say share? "Oh, oh no, I already had some earlier, this is all for you, really I insist."
He did not need to get these clothes dirty. Had he known the wher would be so, ah, enthused about his little slab of meat he might've dressed in something a bit more appropriate for the situation. The brunet laughed a bit when the garnet spoke up again. Honestly Bahari didn't have much interaction with whers to distinguish whether or not this behavior was commonplace for whers as a whole, or if, perhaps, the garnet coloration added to some of his tendencies. Based solely on that he's seen from his brother's garnet firelizard he was willing to bet color played a small part in the wher's vicious ways. "Toy? Am I the toy?" He briefly looked to Damion, an amused look on his face. "It is fun to tear apart your food, next time I'll find one a bit more plump."
The mention of the wherhanlder piping up about the wher liking human flesh caught Bahari's attention. The candidate nodded a bit, thinking it over for a moment. "Near constantly, you say? Well I might be a little stringy, I'm sure he'd love to sink his teeth into something with a bit more meat and muscle." Really that shouldn't have been spoken in such an affectionate tone, but that was wholly due to the fact that Bahari had looked back at Damiosk when he said it. Ugh. He managed to be so much more open and honest with how he portrayed himself with creatures. "Now I don't know if I fully believe that, if I just trusted you and showed up empty handed I have a feeling this would've gone very differently."
"Oh it shouldn't be that difficult to admit it, you know." Bahari was well on his way to get distracted from Damion, but the fact that the wher nudged between them definitely snagged his attention away from the handler. Bahari moved to reach out, however the starcrafter stopped himself short, hand still splayed and reached out to Damiosk. "Can I?" Shards, he didn't know if the man or wher were particular if someone other than the handler touched him, and Bahari wasn't dumb enough to just reach out and make contact.
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Post by Mystery on Mar 29, 2013 15:31:19 GMT -5
If Damion had known Bahari thought Damiosk was being cute, that would have added a good month onto the already quite impressive length of time that Damion was consdering keeping him alive. The wher was rolling in blood and mess and all things gory and while Damion thought it was downright adorable, no one else usually did. When Bahari refused the offer to share, Damiosk actually crooned at him. A disgusting sound that Damion swore he'd train him out of eventually before all that meat disappeared in one gulp. Whatever hadn't already been shredded anyway. You, yes.
[/i] The wher nodded along with Bahari, growling softly at the second lot of words. Not food. Toys. Rip them, kill them, make them squeal. Next time we hunt. Damiosk show how.[/i] Damion, however, was working out how to explain that toy comment. If he'd been a stupid man, well things could have gone a lot differently for him, but when Bahari looked at him with those amused eyes, he grinned back, all relaxed and casual. "Ever since I taught him to play with his food, everyone is a toy. Don't ask why. I told you they weren't the most high-thinking bondeds." Because he didn't need Bahari getting spooked just yet. That would ruin his mood for a whole week and Damion did not have time to be in a bad mood. There had been a reason he sought out his newest plaything to improve his mood a little. "Wild whers attack constantly. Damiosk says it tastes similar to other things." When Bahari caught on the words "near constantly", Damion simply grinned, lifting one finger to his lips in a "secret" motion, winking playfully as he did so. A test, perhaps, wasn't out of order. To see if he could let other pieces of information drop as rewards or if he would need to feed information to be sure it got around. "I'm sure he would, unfortunately, people don't offer themselves up very often." Damion offered them up, but that was a story for another day, surely, Bahari's affection in his tone caught the attention of the wherhandler. Was he... softer with Damiosk? Well, well. Things you learned, hm? "Not so differently. You interest me. I would hate to have you die before I got to explore every crevice of your personality." Really, Damiosk? Damion swore the garnet wher was the reason people had invented several unsatisfactory terms for blocks and needs and ugh. "You'll have to convince me if you want to hear me say something like that." There was slightly less of a playful tone now, Damion watching Damiosk and Bahari carefuly as the hand reached out. Damiosk too, seemed to eye the hand warily - when the shards had he gotten green in his eyes? That was disgusting Damiosk - before promptly licking the palm and pushing his head under the hand. Scratch, toy. You bring blood. Bring meat. Bring kill. You may. Damiosk likes."[/i] And if Bahari had been paying attention, he may have heard the almost inaudible sound of air being released from lungs from the handler himself. [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by pulp on Mar 29, 2013 16:07:32 GMT -5
Oh look at that, the wher had crooned at him. Bahari smirked, feeling a little bit of pride at somehow already getting into this creature's good graces. Oh, oh, so The wher had called him a toy, and he seemed to further reiterate that what he was eating wasn't just food, but toys themselves. Bahari took a moment to roll the thoughts around in his head before nodding. "I suppose you're right, they are toys if you like to play with them before finishing them off. I wouldn't mind if you showed me some time." Oh he certainly was far more amiable to creatures, they were perhaps the exception to the social games and banter that Bahari did love to partake in.
"Uh-huh, sure." Bahari smirked back at Damion when the handler decided to elaborate on the mention of the toy bit. He didn't quite believe that excuse. "Well he seems to know how to play with his toys well, I'm sure you'll take credit for teaching him that, too?" Bahari arched an eyebrow in Damion's direction, more of a devious smirk toying on his lips. "I'm sure you know how to play with all of your toys right, don't you?" Oh he was close to coming to understand it all, but whether or not Bahari actually understood the whole situation was likely up in the air. He only smirked in response to the bit about wild whers, that he could understand, and oh wasn't that a coy little look he matched when Damion lifted that finger to his lips. He could play along then, certainly the wherhandler had his own reasons for not always holding his wher back.
Besides, Bahari could see the point in that well enough. Some statements needed a bit of force behind them.
"Of course I interest you, that was pretty obvious since you seemed to find me in the dining hall with no problem." Ah, yes, there was more of the braggart leaking through. "I better keep some things thoroughly hidden then if that makes me worth something to keep alive then, shouldn't I?" Bahari might've commented more, but there was Damiosk and oh the wher even had some pleased colors whirling in those eyes of his. Bahari grinned when the wher finally responded by licking his hand, and once the garnet shoved his head beneath it Bahari dutifully started scratching at the beast. He certainly didn't catch Damion's exhale because he was too busy laughing a bit, the sound genuine, and oh the next thing he said also sounded far more genuine than his usual snide and sassy tone. "I like you too, Damiosk."
Beasts were, after all, much easier to understand than people, Bahari knew befriending them was usually much easier and it always helped to have allies in unusual places. Of course the starcrafter was going to use whatever he could to his advantage in things. Bahari smoothed his fingertips up to an eyeridge, paying careful attention to the scratches he was delivering there. "He's far more interesting than you made him out to be, you know." The words were meant for the handler, who Bahari shot a coy look off to.
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Post by Mystery on Mar 29, 2013 23:41:52 GMT -5
Damiosk nodded briefly to the words Bahari spoke. They were toys. They were toys in his handler's eyes and they were even more so in Damiosk's eyes. They were more than just toys. Show?
[/i] Oh Damiosk would show him. He would rip into him, fling his flesh as high as the moons. He would-- Damiosk. And just like that, the leash was back around his neck, and the wher snarled, lashing his tail at his handler and then all but purring. He hadn't been thinking about ripping Bahari apart, oh no, you had misunderstood him, Mine. I will show. We will hunt. We will rip them, make them squeal and writhe and make the blood flow. We'll play.[/i] Damion, however, was simply gazing at his new toy. He couldn't work him out completely, and that was new for Damion. Why treat Damiosk with something near affection, and yet play with people the way he did. Damiosk would as soon rip his hand off as he would let him pat him. The wher was wild, volatile and dangerous, just like his human. "I take no credit." Damion began, stepping closer to Bahari's side, fingers dancing in a mockery of the scar Damion himself had. One nail per tooth mark on his own skin, digging them in sharply as he smirked, and Damiosk's eyes gleamed. "He wasn't mine, you know. The gold handed him to some little boy." Now he was speaking right by Bahari's ear, one eye focused on his Wher, the other on his toy. "He hatched, crooning, and the boy looked so happy. Next thing that kid knew, he was screaming as his innards were torn into, his face mutilated, tendons slashed. I hear he lived, that he's a cripple now. Bastard bit me because I criticized him." That Bahari didn't automatically wriggle away because of that secretive little motion was a mark up on his score card for the test. "You interest me for now." He purred, one eyebrow raising at the next comment. Surely he hadn't gotten it all worked out that quickly? Surely he hadn't picked up one everything about him that quickly. "You think keeping me interested will keep you alive?" Bingo. "What do you take me for, Bahari?" Not that he'd moved his lips from near his ear, and he sounded more amused than anything else, any attempt at offense was smothered by the laughter that wanted to burst free. Damiosk was more than happy to arch himself into that hand, crooning and rubbing into the scratch with another hissing chuckle. Come play more. Damiosk won't stop the games. Will let DamiMine play. Toy likes DamiMine's games, yess?[/i] Damiosk personally usually just liked to interrupt to make them scream in even more terror, but he liked this one. This one had brought him blood. Every scratch had Damiosk wriggling, his entire body moving into the scractch. Damion, however, was more interested in where his hands were, playing coyly with the hem of Bahari's shirt, nails still pressing in a mockery of the scar, perhaps even playing about his belt. And yet his expression was innocent. "If I had told you he was fascinating, he would have fallen short of expectations. You should have known better than to assume something of mine was lackluster."[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by pulp on Mar 30, 2013 0:25:15 GMT -5
Oh what an interesting this thing wher was, certainly a nice specimen for Bahari's first dealing with the creature. The brunet smirked at the comments he made, continuing on with how he'd show how to play with whatever toys he managed to find. Okay, so perhaps none of that particularly sounded like much fun to Bahari, at least not writhing around in quartered wherries or what have you, but he was willing to go along with it to keep the creature placated--again something that he had no problem doing for a creature, where if another person had spoken like this Bahari would've long since dismissed them with a wave, a roll of the eyes, and continued on his way. "That sounds wonderful, Damiosk. I look forward to it." Shards, if anything he could always wrap up any leftovers from that mess and bring it back to his brother's flitt--perhaps that was how he would try to calm the beast.
"Really? I'd fully expect you to take credit." Bahari mumbled that, and oh there was the slight intake of breath that doubled as a small, pleased gasp when he felt fingers on his side, nails pricking into him. He bit onto his lower lip a bit, going his best to keep his focus on Damiosk even with Damion hanging near and speaking into his ear. Baha snorted briefly after he finished with his little story, his free hand moving to cover the wrist of the hand that was on his side. "Stupid boy. You don't get comfortable with hatchlings of any sort. He deserved that." Anyone who acted full of themselves around any sort of hatchling got anything that clawed into them. Common sense was clearly a gem, and even more fleeting when candidates were faced with potential creatures.
Bahari's features were kept calm and level when Damion seemed to press and ask those questions, even moving his mouth away from Baha's ear. The starcrafter tilted his head a bit, continuing with the scratching motions on the wher. "What do I take you for? Well you're a wherhandler with a vicious, terrifying beast," oh gross, he definitely spoke that more to Damiosk than his handler and used that 'i'm talking to an adorable canine' tone, "and you acted like your knife was a jealous lover when we had a dip in the lake, where I got to see plenty of scars all over that weren't caused by your little terror here." His blue gaze narrowed a bit, another self-satisfied smirk on his lips. "What do you think I take you for, Damion?"
Ah, one of Bahari's favorite things, the act of answering a question with a question.
He soon enough turned his attention once more to Damiosk. "Oh of course I'll come play more, and his toy definitely likes his games." Whether or not Bahari had pieced it together was still up in the air; either he had figured out he was a toy, or he was simply using the wher's own terms when speaking to him. The one hand that was on Damion's arm smoothed down, his fingertips coating the ones that played at his hem and, why, they even dipped below the hem of his trousers just a bit before sliding back out. Bahari laughed again, tilting his head back a bit and looking to Damion finally. "Oh? Does that make me a bad toy for assuming so? I so deeply apologize." Too bad the tone in which he spoke was far more amused than anything near apologetic.
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Post by Mystery on Mar 30, 2013 1:00:43 GMT -5
Of course it sounded wonderful. It involved blood. THough when the time came to it, Bahari might not want to play as much as he did now, Damiosk gave an approving croon in response to the words. Damion was no affectionate man, and so it was very likely the poor creature was all but starving for the kind of attention Bahari was now giving him. Pick the toy, yes? Next time. Damiosk likes children. Scream much louder. Scream and writhe and cry. DamiMine disagrees. Toy thinks different?
[/i] He was acting like an eager child, willing to please his new friend, even if had anyone else approached, he wouldn't have been anywhere near as disgusting. And if Bahari hadn't given him that gift too... "I can't take credit for everything that is him." Was that affection? Oh it was almost affection, but it promptly disappeared into a pleased sound as Bahari's hand covered his wrist. He didn't ease his nails even the slightest, shrugging one broad shoulder even as Damiosk twitched in agreement and his eyes whirled red again. Oh that boy. He had liked that one. That ones screams had made his hearing ring for hours. "Of course he was an idiot. Damiosk was born with red eyes, it never changed. Boy thought it was a given then, Damiosk didn't." Weak. Wanted love. Wanted happy. Wanted to snuggle.[/i] Oh didn't the wher sound disgusted. Looking between them, Damion couldn't help wondering if the same would have happened if it had been Bahari sitting before Damiosk. The wher needed strength, dominance. Bahari had that. "Stop that." Damion protested softly at the disgustingly affectionate tone used at his wher, but Damiosk gave a pleased sounding purr and pressed closer. Yes, yes he was terrifying and vicious. He was indeed. Look at him, Bahari, he was so happy you noticed. "That's disgusting, the pair of you." He continued, before paying attention to the man and his words. Aha, Bahari, he was clever. He was smart. Damion liked this. He liked this a lot. Bahari had put all those things together, and this time when Damion leaned close, there was definitely the gleam of approval in his smug smile. "My knife is my tool. She's no lover, she's a tool. I think you take me for a risk taker with a few exotic tastes. How close am I?" Damiosk wriggled when Bahari's attention turned to him, crooning right back at him. Of course he liked the games, they all liked the games for a time. Damion however, was paying no attention to him. Bahari's fingers slipped under the hem, Damion's followed, but when Bahari retreated, Damion's nails did not, scratching at the skin lightly. Good. Play for long. Not short. Come walk at night. Lots of games then.[/i] "It does make you a very, very bad toy. But that's alright, I'll just have to punish you for it." Amusement met amusement, with just a hint of seductive danger thrown in for good measure. Oh Damion was having fun. The idea that Bahari was working him out was as elusively dangerous and tempting as he wsa lamost certain his own danger was to the candidate.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by pulp on Mar 30, 2013 1:39:50 GMT -5
Bahari arched an eyebrow, but managed to keep his expressions under control when the wher popped up about wanting the next treat to be a child. "Oh I'm sure they'd be wonderful toys, all screaming and squalling, I don't know if I can get my hands on one of those for you, though." He shrugged his shoulders a bit, looking a touch pensive for a moment. "Maybe something else? A yearling herdbeast screams just as nicely. I mean we could always go a little dangerous, but if you don't think you can deal with some of the poisons tunnelsnakes have I certainly won't push it on you." Ah, of course Bahari was clever, passing that off as a thinly veiled challenge.
"Well that's wholly his fault then, I don't sympathize when idiocy and ignorance is played out on any sort of hatchings sands." Bahari snorted a bit, but oh he couldn't help but smile again when Damiosk spoke up. So the wher could openly admit to not wanting snuggles or love, but he moved into those scratches and tokens of physical affection well enough. Granted Bahari did just butter him up with a special treat he seemed to enjoy. He chimed out a laugh when Damion protested at the tone he had used, but oh look at that, the wher enjoyed it well enough. The hand still on the beast didn't let up on it's attentions, but his voice was all for the handler.
"You say she's not a lover, but I wouldn't mind including her in the time we play." Oh, oh, how much had Bahari actually pieced together? "You'd have to let me warm up to her first." Bahari's fingers slid down Damion's hand again, inching back under his clothing in an attempt to coax those scratching nails down a bit further, bit by slow, teasing bit (teasing to himself even). "Now if I told you if you were close or not that would be telling." Oh? was Bahari a little flushed? He certainly felt a few degrees warmer and his pulse had spiked a bit. His eager fingertips curled to drag his own nails on his skin, although this time he didn't move to pull them out right away.
"Oh we'll play for a long time, I think your handler already knows I like to take my time and make things last for a few candlemarks." There was a teasing hiss, a satisfied little sigh, and shards. "I'll make sure not to be too busy some of these nights, Damiosk." Oh crackdust what the wherhandler said caused the starcrafter to bite on his lip to keep that small noise of want from slipping out. "Punish me? Oh please I hope you make me sorry, Damion." Bahari had tilted his head a bit towards the man, and the way he whined out that word please and the man's name was matched with one of his all-too-familiar smart-ass grins. This was fun.
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Post by Mystery on Mar 30, 2013 2:30:11 GMT -5
Now Damiosk didn't see anything wrong with the delight he found in ripping actual people apart. Whatever was wrong with having fun with them? THere was nothing wrong with that, surely? At first, the wher perked up, just at the idea of a squealing heardbeast, but at that challenge, shards that challenge. He growled, a low, violent sound as he pressed closer to the hand on his head, only to twist to attempt to close his teeth over the fingers. Not nearly enough to hurt. Just enough to attempt to pinch in reprimand. Bring tunnelsnake. Damiosk show toy how to really play.
[/i] Like Handler like Wher, he couldn't ahve him questioning his bravery or ability, no he certainly couldn't. When the two began talking - and Damion still protested how disgustingly affectionate Damiosk was being - the wher merely fell silent, whirling eyes fixing on the pair with curiousity and amusement. Oh he knew these games. He knew those feelings from His all too well. He knew that this was a conversation to stay quiet in, lest Damion actually strangle him. "She's not. I never said she was never used like a lover though." Oh the idea of playing with Bahari and his knives. The thought actually earned a short, thin sound of Damion's own. A wanting growl. Playing with knives, playing with blood, the temptation was enough that he didn't care how Bahari had read him. A slow smirk formed on Damion's lips as Bahari's hand moved over his, letting the starcrafter guide his nails, digging them harder against his skin at regular intervals. His breathing might have been a little elevated too, maybe. "Warm up to her? Practice with her, you mean?" He purred right against his ear. Damion needed no encouragement to listen to his pulse, or to let his hand continue the path Bahari had started, if he wanted to be teased, well Damion could do that. "Run her against your skin like my nails maybe? Get you used to the feel of her?" He continued right by his ear, smirking broadly. Damiosk simply gave a snort in response to his words, oh sure he wouldn't be too busy. He'd just have to steal Bahari away when he wanted attention from one of the pair. Or find something to rip apart while his handler played in the blood too. "Mm, I've noticed that.. Is that what he was asking though?" He couldn't help but chuckle at the promise he wouldn't be too busy some nights. Shells, he would be if Damion had his way. Another smirk broadened at that sound. Shells, Bahari was the perfect toy. When his head tilted, Damion didn't move his lips from his skin, but he did let his nails scratch just that little bit harder, just once, before the playful tease was back. "Oh I will. But you forgot one very important word when it comes to being punished." Now he was leaning in towards that smart-ass grin, towards the snarky smile. "I won't just make you sorry, but I might need that one word first~." Fun didn't even begin to describe this new toy.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by pulp on Mar 30, 2013 2:58:41 GMT -5
The motion of the wher turning to nip at his fingers like that made Bahari gasp a bit, but the noise was matched with a wide grin. A bit of a sheepish smile found it's way on his face (and shards, it would be a warm day between if he ever had that on for another human). "I will, cross my heart. I'll try to wrangle up the very best." He nodded at the end of the statement, running his nipped fingers back over one of those eyeridges in a near fond manner. Shards, it was clear Bahari had some affection in him, he just decided to dote it upon the creatures of Pern--shells, if he was even left alone with Strun long enough he'd probably act amiable towards that little hellion.
Bahari moved his head to the side just so, exposing a bit more room for that mouth near his ear to work with. He smiled at the purring tone, his hand still inching lower with Damion's, and oh dear did those hips of his just swing up into the scratching touch of those nails? Yes, yes they did. Briefly Bahari made the mental note to try and steer this in the direction of someplace a bit more, ah, private. "Mnn, yes, practice. And exactly like that, just like that." The starcrafter's eyes had fallen to half mast as he indulged in what that would be like, and shards, now that that was rooted in his mind there was no way he was going to let it slip by.
"One word?" The question was breathed out, notably due to the effort Bahari was making at keeping himself somewhat in check, and shards was that difficult with how those nails scratched a fraction tougher. "I can think of a few, more being one, harder being another." Bahari hissed out another small whine, his grin breaking as he bit onto his lip. "Even deeper could fit the bill. You'll have to excuse me, I'm not often punished, at least not correctly." He leaned in towards that mouth, and resisting the urge to connect with it was nearly overwhelming. Bahari wanted those teeth and lips. "Should we find a place where you can really get me screaming out every word, until I find the right one, unbothered, sir?"
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Post by Mystery on Mar 30, 2013 3:21:28 GMT -5
WEll human, that would teach you to be a little more wary of Damiosk, wouldn't it. The whers expression was notably smug at the surprised, and yet sheepish look he was getting. It was as much a reprimand as it was playful. Really, if Damiosk had wanted to take a hand off, he would have, there wouldn't have been any chance of mistaking his attentions. It wasn't like the wher was going to pass up the chance for scratches, Damion was sparing enough with his attention when it came to just contact, Bahari was not. Thus, he had the stamp of approval. Yes, the best. Of course it had to be the best or it just wasn't worth the attention.
Damion had never cared about how public a place was or wasn't, and he wasn't likely to start caring either. As long as his toy was responding as he was - shards, he responded so well to everything - Damion was more than content to let Bahari continue to lead his nails wherever he might. Of course that reaction just had to get a reward, Damion couldn't let his toy go untrained, even if he was rather well trained already. He let his lips press under his ear again, and there may have even been a sharp bite not unlike the nip he'd just gotten earlier. "Practice does make perfect. I'll just have to make sure not a single inch goes neglected, won't I? Just like this, Bahari?" Knife games, blood games, oh Damion had missed those.
"Good words, but not the one." Oh he was teasing. Every word was just that little bit darker, but he had given good words. Not what he would have expected, but he responded to them anyway, doing exactly as those words requested of him with a dark chuckle to accompany it. "Those words, I'll obey. Ah, well I'll be sure to punish thoroughly then, I'll even help you out." Bahari wasn't the only one having to take a firm hand at holding himself in check. Damion too, could feel his breathing moving sharper, feel his own blood pounding. He moved closer, teasing even just by his lips being far enough so that when he spoke, there was a brief moment of touch, fleeting and unsatisfactory. Damn these games sometimes, they were too much fun. "That would be an idea, yes. Uninterrupted practice might give you a quicker grip certainly~ The word you're looking for, Bahari, you will be saying it multiple times, I assure you." There were those nails again, and a brief kiss, just to tease a little more. "Try: please."
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pulp
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Post by pulp on Mar 30, 2013 4:13:50 GMT -5
Okay, granted Bahari couldn't really make that much of a fuss if a place was public or not, the two of them had gotten busy at the lake last time. Bahari couldn't fully muffle the groan that slipped out when he got that sharp bite against his skin, and oh wasn't it a little bit thrilling that the handler had mimicked the wher in that motion. Bahari caught the similarity and it gave him a bit of a smirk. "Practice and lessons, yes, I do so enjoy learning a few new things. I'm sure you can be an excellent mentor." The starcrafter hitched in a breath, guiding the hand down a bit further and shards. "Just like that, yes, just like that." Okay. They'd have to get out of there soon, or else he was going to have at the wherhandler right there, and that probably wouldn't be too well looked upon.
There was a spike of frustration at him clearly flailing to land that word, oh elegant-tongued Bahari, was he a bit too flustered to properly think in a clear, cohesive manner? Perhaps a bit. He nearly growled at the chuckle he got. "Oh if you can, by all means do, I doubt I'll just sit there and take it all without a bit of a fight." Because really, what good was that? Bahari grinned when the wherhandler moved closer, and shards the way those lips were just within reach. The starcrafter raised his eyebrows a bit when the man seemed intent on piping up with the word, and oh those nails and that kiss were a nice, quick distraction just for a bit.
"Please?" Bahari laughed then, turning a bit and moving the hand that wasn't still covering Damion's in a certain region to the wherhandlers chest. "Well, let's please get somewhere where I can get what I want." Did punishment still count as punishment if Bahari wanted it? Oh that was a good question. The starcrafter tugged on the fabric of the wherhandlers shirt, his mouth moving to muffle his next moan on Damion's mouth as he moved to get the two of them stumbling elsewhere. Oh they were well on their way to getting the events of the night started.
FINISHED!
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