. life and strength and breath

[boarddyd]

Who: Dimitri + CR
When: June + July
Where: Aefenglom + Outer City + Underground
What: catch-all
Warnings: none (yet)

[ catch-all for june + july | contact @ tendopeshuu or here ]

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tsk, stinky stinky

[finesseblade]

[ Not even capable of speech in this state, then, though his body language says enough for Felix to get the idea. The Boar doesn't want him here. Wants to go about his business, stalking the town, half out of his mind and ready to pounce on the next man or monster to cross his path.

Felix has no intention of letting that happen. ]

I'm not going anywhere, [ he snaps, letting enough of a snarl enter his voice to communicate the intent if not the exact meaning of the words. He takes a single slow step forward, not back, bowing to the Boar's eye level.

He's seen enough of the way boars and cats show their teeth. He's neither, but maybe he can muddle through this, carefully, without having to tear the street apart. ]

You're out of your head. If I leave you alone, you'll have done something you regret by morning.

[boarddyd]

[Dimitri recognizes the aggression in Felix's voice, and his intent is made clear by a stride taken forward rather than turning tail. It makes the hackles running over Dimitri's shoulders and arms raise. They're matted already, caked in blood and singed at the ends.

Even his silhouette is a wild thing.

He shifts, so very slowly, to prepare to lurch forward. Not to defend territory or to escape-

Simply to fight. Two creatures tearing into one another. No matter how exhausted he's made himself on his search for magic, he can't help the restlessness still possessing him. He needs to lash out.

Dimitri roars, a still unpracticed sound, against Felix's quieter voice. Asserting his own intent... and quieting words he's on the cusp of recognizing.]

[finesseblade]

[ Dimitri roars, and Felix's snarl rises to a crescendo in response, jaws parted, teeth bared, all the hair down his shoulders standing on end. A threat for a threat. Felix knows, and so does the wolf, that this is not going to end well. It can't.

But what else is he supposed to do? Look the other way, pretend he didn't see? He's tired of biting his tongue and ignoring this.

Another step forward, claws clicking on the cobblestones. The wind shifts, carrying with it the copper scent of blood and something gut-wrenchingly familiar—sulfur, petrichor, the stench of ozone. The lingering scents of all the places Sylvain spends his time studying in the library, or practicing magic in the ballroom. Felix's nostrils flare, his eyes narrowing to golden slits.

All at once, he charges, snarling, barking, feinting, harrying, jaws snapping shut inches from the Boar's face, ducking into the range of his claws and then out again as quickly. ]

What did you do? Where is Sylvain?