I wanna fucking tear you apart.

Ashtyn // Eat your heart out

[kltsvne-blog]

commence | ft. ashtyn

[kitsune-ashtyn]

kltsvne:

it had been so long since he’d last seen the other in this form that he always scoffed when the considerably smaller mammal trotted out from within the shadows, clearly self conscious, intending not to be seen by the older kitsune as he would never grant remington the satisfaction of crooning over his petite, fluffy body. remi smirked, cocking his head to the side as the other approached, evidently pissed, though the elder may not have been able to tell if it wasn’t from the scent and how it fed remi. 

he tilted back his head as the other let out a screech, it seemed harmless and remington had to purse his lips and clench his jaw in attempt to stop himself from laughing so directly at his old friend who was already touchy enough. however, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to play with ashtyn a little more, “oh, baby…” he purred, this time not bothering to conceal the amusement that laced his tone, “look at how sweet you are.”

The term of endearment made Ashtyn’s blood boil and he didn’t hesitate before stepping closer, attempting to stay calm and collected even as his pent up energy seemed to shake his smaller limbs. His tails spread wide and tall behind him, much larger than his actual body as he crouched even lower towards the ground, something that could be described as a hiss filling the thick air between them. The last thing Remington should have done was insult him by describing him as sweet, it only increased the tension in his small frame and before he could think rationally about it, Ashtyn pounced on one of the nearby horses. His nails dug deeply into the animal’s thigh at first, immediately following up by moving his claws alongside the beast’s side, never bothering to notice how deep or shallow the cuts actually were. A piece of the horse’s neck was between his teeth before Ashtyn even realized it and as he landed back on the ground, he growled once more, hoping to prove just how threatening he was in both forms. Ash could have tore out the animal’s heart at any moment but he had decided two could play the taunting game. 

[kitsune-ashtyn]

Rain, Rain, Go Away || Open

[kitsune-ashtyn]

howlingglenn:

Ashtyn playing coy and innocent was the most laughable thing he’d ever seen in his life. There was nothing innocent about the fox, and that was clear by the fact the wolf was left shirtless. If Ashtyn thought this was Glenn angry, then he was going to be disappointed. Angry Glenn was far more terrifying. He was simply annoyed, as he should have been for carrying a drunken fox around.

At the very least, maybe he’d get amusement from Ashtyn when he woke up to his door smashed to bits. So, after rolling his eyes at the kitsune, he kicked in the door…and then stomped on it and broke it beyond repair. “Have fun replacing your door and the water damage, you drunken fuck,” he snorted before throwing the smaller male over his shoulder and hauling him inside and up to his bedroom.

Ashtyn watched with bright eyes as Glenn effortlessly smashed his front door into mere slivers of wood. A giddy laugh tore from his throat at the damage and just as he has started to applaud the other in a taunting manner, he was being thrown over the wolf’s shoulder yet again. Ash’s drunken thoughts were starting to entertain the fact that maybe Glenn thought this action was more endearing than annoying so why not make things more difficult for the wolf? Ashtyn changed forms almost instantaneously after the thought arose, scurrying out of Glenn’s grip with ease and into his bedroom where he continuously avoided the other’s hands. It was only after a minute had passed before Ashtyn had worn himself out and laid still long enough for Glenn to get a good look at his small form. Ash normally didn’t let anyone see him as a fox but the alcohol had encouraged the change and now he was not only exhausted but vulnerable. A high pitched, almost muted noise rose up his throat and filled the room, translating to something along the lines of ‘I’m tired and bored of you’ as he curled into his bed. 

[kitsune-ashtyn]

augustjamcs:

in this sacred moment, even ashtyn couldn’t shake august’s concentration. even if he knew the kitsune was there, and that the other male would inevitably try to initiate a fight, the vampire didn’t budge, didn’t even turn his head to acknowledge the other. if the foolish kitsune tried to disturb him here of all places, the vampire wouldn’t hesitate to kill him. as the last word of his prayer left his lips, he knelt to the moist soil and laid a single flower from the inside pocket of his coat onto the mound of dirt. “ymir, accept this sacrifice of blood and cleanse this one of sin,” he said, and proceeded to slice a line across his palm, then laid it flat over the earth for the grave to soak it through. 

When August barely made an effort to meet his eyes, Ashtyn leaned back against a large headstone across from the vampire’s own, observing his actions with mild interest. Although he was foolish and usually one to push buttons at the worst of times, Ash knew interrupting the older vampire again would not be the smartest decision... which is exactly why he waited patiently until August had finished his prayer before interrupting the silence between them. “That’s it?” Ashtyn seemed almost disappointed as he spoke, crossing his bruised arms across his chest in thought as he watched the vampire’s palm heal almost instantly after the blood had soaked into the dirt below him. “A few drops of blood is all it takes to be forgiven?”

A lazy smile crept onto his features as Ashtyn slowly extended a claw towards his own wrist and dragged it across the pale skin, blood immediately finding its way to the surface. “How ironic that a few drops of blood is also all it takes for you to sin again.” While August had much more strength than a new vampire did when it came to his thirst, Ashtyn still enjoyed testing his limits. “Your god is rather rude then.” Ash’s grin was sickening as he spoke, “I like it.” 

[kltsvne-blog]

commence | ft. ashtyn

remington moved out of his home, edging towards the back where he’d now acquired two horses, one for himself, the other for oliver. both were tended to daily, but since oliver was sleeping soundly in the early hours, remington had opted for offering some attention to their four legged creatures. he moved closer, eyes shimmering in the darkness, hand extended, the horse let out a quietened whinny in response to his approach but bowed it’s head into the palm of his hand. it was in a quietened moment between himself and the animal that remi picked up on a familiar scent, immediately causing him to stiffen.

tilting his head over his shoulder, his eyes narrowed as he quickly realised the familiar scent held something different to it – a rare occurrence, but clearly his counterpart did not count on being seen tonight, “you shouldn’t be here.” he addressed indifferently, dropping his hand from the horse and turning completely towards the fox that skulked in the shadows, a faint smile lingering on his lips, “did you miss me so much that you have taken to sniffing around my home in a form I barely recognise? it’s not exactly common to see you like this, ashtyn.” @kitsune-ashtyn

[kitsune-ashtyn]

Ashtyn had always preferred his human form over his fox form. Even though his animal side had its perks, there was nothing more humiliating than being physically smaller than any other kitsune he’d met before. His nine tails themselves could fill an entire ballroom but his body was small and lean, only a little larger than a full grown fennec fox. It was for these reasons that Ashtyn rarely made himself known to others in his fox form, especially another kitsune, but after a few shots and a couple hearts, Ash found himself stalking around the other’s property. He had no plan or motive except for the fact that he was still seething from the last encounter with Remington. The mere thought of Remi’s half-breed pet fucking what was his made his blood boil and he almost forgot his promise to the elite until he became distracted by the horses in the yard. Killing one or both of the beasts sounded like a grand idea but he was interrupted by a familiar scent that only put him more on edge. He crouched near a line of trees to avoid being seen as the older kitsune sniffed him out as well. Ashtyn wanted to laugh at the other’s nonchalant declaration, as if Remington had any say in what he did and didn’t do. 

The fur near his mouth was matted with blood and his teeth were a contrasting white when he barred them at the other’s teasing. Ashtyn had accidentally stepped out of the shadows but he shifted closer to the ground almost immediately, out of the other’s view but close enough to pounce. Remington didn’t deserve to see him in his human form; there was no way in hell he’d give the other the satisfaction of seeing what his absence had done to him. Or maybe he just wanted to see the other without being caught; maybe he missed him, just like Remington suggested. The thought of the other being right in any situation made a growl tear from his throat but instead of his usual, human snarl a pathetic high-pitched squeaking filled the air, causing Ashtyn’s large ears to perk up even further. 

[kitsune-ashtyn]

masonpicrce:

mason was barely done wringing the bed sheets dry of water when the other male staked his claim for the evening. he ignored the hushed whispers of jealousy that his neighboring pets exchanged in their cells; apparently, being rented as often as mason was was something to be envied. he hadn’t gotten a proper night’s rest or a meal in days and it was starting to show in the bags under his eyes and pale complexion. he flinched when ashtyn dug his finger into the open wound on his back, the cut gushing more blood down his back and burning hot against ashtyn’s touch. mason bit down on his tongue and whisked around sharply to growl, obviously agitated in the poor condition he was in now. “don’t touch me,” he warned, gaze intense though the guard watching him barked for him to stand down. when the same guard threatened him with another whipping, mason snarled even louder towards him, then knocked past ashtyn’s shoulder to walk ahead of him. he knew turning his back to the kitsune wasn’t a good idea, but he couldn’t stand another second of being prodded in that cell any longer. he was frustrated beyond belief. the whipping had only managed to agitate the beast inside of him rather than subdue it. “god, i want to– to kill something,” he muttered, his lethargy finally taking its toll on him.

While almost all of the elites would have found Mason’s reaction absolutely disgraceful, Ashtyn’s grin never flinched. In fact, he even gave the guard a pointed look when he tried to intervene, the distraction a perfect opportunity for Mason to shove past him. Ash didn’t necessarily give a rat’s ass about his reputation, though being known as a crazy psychopath usually encouraged the weak to leave him alone and the other sadists to keep him company, but fun or not, he’d be damned before he didn’t fight back. In a swift, unexpected movement, Ashtyn shoved mason’s chest against one of the cell doors they had passed, his fingers pressing lightly against the wounds along his back. He didn’t need to press much harder for the pain to become agonizing and he merely chuckled as the frightened slave behind the bars made eye contact with them both. “If you want to play, you need to be strong.” His words were heavy in Mason’s ear and his free hand grasped the back of the boy’s neck, massaging his pressure point in an attempt to calm his squirming. “A pup that tries to kill while wounded is just like all the others: stupid, dull, weak. Didn’t we already talk about how you were only of use to me if you weren’t boring? Come on, pup, don’t make me kill you just when you were starting to show potential.” 

[kitsune-ashtyn]

masonpicrce:

after the public show, mason was forced into his cell again, obviously with no medicines to nurse himself or clean cloths to wrap the crimson stripes burned on his back. it was a spectacle to see for anyone who were browsing the cells this late, but what everyone saw was an injured pet most likely destined to die of an infection. mason knew this, and swore to bite off the arm of the next vampire to attempt touching him for a taste of that healing blood. what he got instead was a familiar kitsune who wasn’t exactly the most useful to him right now. “get in line, then,” he quipped playfully. “i’m booked for the evening.” he was joking, but in all honesty, there never really was a shortage of sadistic elites wanting to domesticate the wolf, only to return the broken goods once their rental was up. mason couldn’t count how many times he had been pieced back together for the next elite to toy with. he then grabbed his bedsheets and smeared off whatever blood he could reach with it, then rinsed it in the tiny sink in the corner. “i don’t think you liked playing with me the first time because i screamed self-pity,” he said, concentrated on his task.

There was never any fear present in Mason’s voice when he was addressing the elite and, while in normal circumstances that might have annoyed him, Ashtyn often took the half-breed’s defiance as a challenge. “You are indeed.” A large grin spread over his features as a guard nearby came to unlock the wolf’s cage without a any spoken order. “By me.” The other’s nonchalant behavior was expected, as always, and Mason hardly even noticed as the open cell door promised momentary freedom. Ashtyn took the opportunity to catch the wolf off guard and press his pale fingers into one of the wounds along his back, surveying the boy’s response. “Yet you scream it now. Your pain tolerance is good but it could use some work.” While their interactions were usually all fun and games, Ash was continuously growing more curious as to whether or not Mason would work well beside him, as his own claim. The wolf was a fantastic fighter, an entertaining drinking partner, and he looked ravishing covered in blood. “I will be the only person to end your life so don’t fret, you won’t die from these disastrously unskilled strikes.” His touch grazed along another one of the fresh wounds before pulling back altogether, spreading the blood between his fingers and giving the other an off-putting wink as he turned around. “After you.”

[joinmetia]

it was common knowledge among others how vampires were supposed to be emotionless corpses that traipsed the earth in their hollow bodies. they weren’t supposed to feel, and lacked the emotional capacity to even shed a tear over joy or grief. all this seemed so true for august especially. but, the assassin stood over an unmarked grave and an expression that could only be described as human crossed his features. he looked lost in thought, his hands clasped together in prayer for his dear deceased. among the marble and mason epitaphs was his grave, nothing but a humble patch of dirt that bore a white rock. even when he heard footsteps behind him, he didn’t stop his prayer, soft murmurs of a blessing leaving his lips.

[kitsune-ashtyn]

There was never a dull moment when it came to Ashtyn, mostly because opportunities constantly seemed to arise whenever he was near; where others might see the current situation as a one to be left alone, Ash saw the other’s little display as weakness. In all the years he’d known August, the vampire was never one to let his guard down so easily which only made a dark laugh fill the silence between them as he realized the other must be mourning himself. “Ever the narcissist.” Ashtyn easily emerged from the trees surrounding the graveyard, his previous laughter turning bitter as he cocked his head to the side, observing the other’s mumbling. “Don’t you think you’re far beyond the point of what a prayer can help you with, old man?” 

[ofdox]

mason thought the aeternum staff were getting lazier with their methods of punishment. it still left mason in a shitty mood and with a sore back for a few days, but it did nothing to fix his delinquent behavior but rile it up even more with the next master to come prodding at the half-wolf. the shame of being whipped public execution style in front of elites and slaves alike wasn’t nearly so unbearable later on, though mason still hated the stares of pity. when the guards released him from his rusty shackles and set him free topless and bleeding down his back, many stared. they mostly gossiped about why the guards bothered to keep a disobedient pet around because it was just a waste of cell space. instead of tending to his back, he rubbed his sore wrists and glanced up at a stranger–pet or elite–that had been staring. “take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he muttered.

[kitsune-ashtyn]

Ashtyn always kept tabs on people he found interesting and Mason had yet to disappoint him, even as he was publicly whipped. His stern behavior and resilience when it came to pain continuously impressed him and after their night of hunting together, Ash was far from done with the other so long as he was an available pet. As he strolled past the numerous cells, Ashtyn knew fully well who he intended to play with for the night before the pup was even in sight. “You put on quite a show.” His eyes raked up the injuries along the other’s back, blood still fresh and the scent absolutely sinful. “It seems I’m not the only one who has fun playing with you.” The thought of another elite causing Mason pain made a growl crawl up Ashtyn’s throat but he suppressed it to instead display his usual array of emotions. His possessive behavior might have been heightened by the hunger stirring with him but Ash knew fully well that the half-wolf was capable of handling himself and somehow that made him even more excited to push. “Are you going to wallow in self-pity all night or are you ready for more?” 

[shorecliff-blog]

Bobby was naked and pacing his cell as he waited for their outdoor break so he could go find a wall to sit behind in the garden and get in his two smokes for the day. He knew not to smoke in the cells because there was always that one uptight guard who would take away his tobacco and then he’d have to steal or fuck his way into another stash. Even if it was an addiction, smoking was his one chance at bliss each day, and if he saw one more Elite’s enormous dick, he was going to bite it off from sheer agitation at being expected to be someone’s bitch. “You need something, darling?” Bobby called out as he approached the cell door when there was a shadow in the way. “You look like you could use my dick up your ass. Most people need a fuck and you’re no different.”

[kitsune-ashtyn]

While Ashtyn might have been described as a spoiled, control freak who lacked any actual emotions in regards to his actions, there was nothing he disliked more than a power hungry loud mouth who tried to force their desperation on anyone within projecting distance. And that was exactly what he was met with on his stroll through the tower; it didn’t help that he was starving. “If I needed anything, I would already have it, pup.” Ashtyn remained calm as he took another step closer to the cell, his stance drastically different from the half-wolf who seemed to be jittery from his lack of cigarettes. “But I really want to rip your heart out just so I can throw it away. It’s truly such a shame, how disgusting it would taste from all that tobacco mixed with your dull personality.”

[kitsune-ashtyn]

follow-the-murder:

It was annoying how perceptive this one was and how true his words rang in Samuel’s ears. He did hate being held by anyone. Literally or figuratively he had a need to be free and when that need was threatened he often felt a desperate need to be free. But he wasn’t some damsel is distress. He wasn’t crying out for help. He wasn’t crying at all and he wouldn’t. The man taunted him, crawled across his cheek. No. That was not alright. Samuel’s face changed then and his heart beat faster in his chest. Tucking his chin down to protect his own neck, he sat forward and headbutted the Elite without a second thought. His training with his dad came in handy. He aimed for the other kitsunes forehead and hit him with the top of his head. Yes, it was jarring but worth it when Samuel pulled back and leaned against the bars. He hoped it was clear just what he thought of this kitsunes introduction. 

Even without the hints a mouth could give, Ashtyn could read the other’s expressive eyes and understand that his observation had been completely correct. While the pet confirmed, without words, his dislike for being held by anyone, he definitely seemed to be more against the idea of another kitsune doing so and that only made Ash more excited. He let that energy get the best of him for a moment, his eyes glancing towards the sharp cut on the other’s fair skin only to be forced to take an abrupt step backwards, caused by the force of their foreheads meetings. While it came as a shock, Ashtyn wasn’t as affected by the blow as the pet probably would have liked him to be and it didn’t show on his expression either, even as his eyes darkened. “You’re going to have to work a lot harder to keep my attention, half-breed.” The energy that sparked between them seemed to only increase now that they were farther apart, as if encouraging them both to make a decision they’d regret. “And if you don’t, well, it seems your dull behavior has led your elite to drop you off about an hour earlier than his ended rental time. And I have no qualms about tearing your heart out and having another boring power-crazed idiot take the blame.” 

[allenbert]

[kitsune-ashtyn]

Rain, Rain, Go Away || Open

[kitsune-ashtyn]

howlingglenn:

Glenn was just trying to control the stupidly drunk fox. Staring at the other as he began to taunt him, he simply bit into the closest flesh near him with his fangs. Pulling back, he licked the blood from his lips. “Shut up or I’ll rip a chunk out of you next time.” Figuring the other wouldn’t just give him his address, he began to go searching for it. After a little while, he came upon the other’s house and set him in front of the door. “Now, unlock it or I’m breaking it in.” He would have been in a more playful mood if not for the fact he was wet and cold and had been distracted from his previous task.

The alcohol certainly didn’t help Ashtyn’s speed and, unfortunately, it caused his reflexes to be much slower as teeth dug into the flesh of his shoulder blade. A frustrated groan left his lips as a rather lame excuse for a threat was given but was immediately followed by a noise of great interest as Glenn licked the blood from his lips. “Good wolfie.” Ashtyn practically purred the words, his confidence ever growing even in the vulnerable position on Glenn’s shoulders. “I told you I liked you better angry, didn’t I? It’s such a good look on you. I can’t wait to make you bleed too.” 

Clearly he wasn’t good at listening to other’s requests and he continued to drunkenly ramble during Glenn’s search for his home and was rather disappointed when he was set down again. Ash was already searching for his keys, swaying on his feet as the storm swirled around them, before Glenn’s words caught his interest and he stopped altogether. “Oopsies, I must have left my keys at the bar.” His innocent expression was entirely feigned as he leaned back against the porch railing, settling in to watch the show. “Go ahead, wolfie, break it in.” 

[kitsune-ashtyn]

follow-the-murder:

Samuel had heard that some species found a great deal of comfort in each other. Wolves had packs after all. There was this under lying, unspoken, loyalty that hung between them. It was the same in the wild. Foxes did not have packs. In fact one of few times foxes came together in the wild was to breed and thats pretty much it. So when Ashtyn grabbed him and Samuel felt that spark that all Kitsunes seemed to have in their touch, he was not set at ease or comforted. In fact every hair on the back of his neck stood up on end as he was shoved back against the cell wall. A little, warning, growl slipping past the tape that covered his lips. He twisted his wrists around, struggled to see if he could manage to break free of his ties as he was taunted and touched. He didn’t like the jab about taking his tongue. Samuel was rather fond of talking. His eyes narrowed into a sharp glare as he looked at the fox. Twisting forward he pulled against the tape on his wrists and growled louder. If this guy wasn’t going to help he could fuck off. 

The muffled, pathetic excuse for a growl that tore from the other’s throat caused Ashtyn’s grin to widen and his claws lengthened on the finger that had previously been stroking the other’s cheek. “Are you always so desperate to escape someone’s hold? I was merely saying hello. You know, small talk and such.” His taunting tone suggested that the boy should definitely stop struggling but, when he didn’t listen, Ash didn’t hesitate before dragging his claw across the the other’s cheekbone, his eyes never leaving the pet’s as the blood slowly stained his finger. “You tried to trip me; it’s only polite to give my own introduction, don’t you think?” 

[kltsvne-blog]

Chasing Pavements | Ft. Ash (FB)

[kitsune-ashtyn]

kltsvne:

remington never truly knew what to make of ashtyn, he was highly strung and believing that any one mood would last more than a few moments would be foolish of the old kitsune, so perhaps he wasn’t all that surprised when the other dug his claws into his flesh, or hissed against her lips, or even forced him against the wall. his head tipped back slightly, breathing unsteady – the only give away to his lacking composure so far.

baring his teeth, the other remained emotionless, to the best of his ability, as ashtyn pinned him to the wall, grinding his hips against the older male’s ass. he growled, glanced over his shoulder to see what he could as ashtyn ran over his length. he should have known. ashtyn wanted control like this, wanted to believe, wanted remi to believe too, that he was the one that possessed the upper hand, however, if both creatures were damned to experience feelings – there was no way his younger companion wouldn’t fall apart. 

a scoff of a laugh tumbled from his lips, he didn’t intend to argue with the boy, he needed something to return to his usual self, but the kitsune in remington was not leaving it at that. his eyes rolled and he moved towards the door, “okay, boy. you pretend like anything your doing compares to me, and I’ll go and get fucked by a pretty little halfling who does one hell of a job pleasing his master.” he grinned widely, flashed him a wink and moved into the building, hesitating before he shut the door, “and no, I’m in too deep, dear – there’s no way I’m giving up being that voice inside your head. goodnight ashtyn.”

It should have given him more joy, the sound of Remington’s heavy, frustrated breaths as he stopped giving them both pleasure. Instead, Ashtyn only felt angrier with himself for his slipping thoughts that encouraged him to fuck the kitsune now that he had him again and never let him out of his sight again. Remi hadn’t answered his previous question and Ashtyn was still just as confused as when he first saw the other towards the beginning of the night- what the fuck was he doing to him?

Remington’s resistance to fighting his words only proved the other’s understanding of the situation, pissing Ashtyn off even further. He didn’t even know what would come out of his mouth next but Remi seemed to expect everything and take it with nothing but a disgusting sense of calm. It was clear he was breaking the older kitsune though, encouraging him to continue playing their little game no matter how exhausted he was. Remington couldn’t quit even if he wanted to and that fact alone filled Ashtyn’s chest with pride. But the grin that had started to form deflated almost instantly when he put the other’s words together and realized Remington allowed his pathetic excuse for a pet to fuck him; allowed the temporary solution to a fake happy life fuck what was his. Ashtyn growled low in his throat, something even foreign to himself, as his fingers found the faun’s heart and threw it against the backdoor of the bar in a flash, just as it closed behind the kitsune. Blood splattered against the entire outside wall but Ashtyn was too busy screaming to notice the beautiful pattern he’d made. “I’m going to tear you apart.” 

The game was undoubtedly back on. 

[kitsune-ashtyn]

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[kitsune-ashtyn]

howlingglenn:

Unfortunately for Ashtyn, Glenn was very much aware of his surroundings – even as the storm got harder. As the other whispered boo in his ear, the wolf swung around so that glowing golden eyes were meeting the kitsune’s. A small grin came to his face before he picked the drunken fox up. “Sweet, sweet little fox,” he began. “You can’t sneak up on a wolf.” Especially when he was acting so clumsily. “Tell me where you live and I shall escort you home. I’m afraid getting drenched in a storm is really killing my libido.”

To his utter annoyance, Ashtyn didn’t find any fear or anger, playful or not, in the other’s eyes when he was met with them. And he barely had time to wrap his head around what might possibly be his next move before Glenn was literally throwing him over his shoulder as easily as an empty burlap sack. Ashtyn only struggled for a moment; showing any weakness would be a mistake.... although being drunk around the wolf was probably as vulnerable as he could get already. Ash responded to the other’s disappointment regarding his actions with a mere grunt, distracting himself with his claws running lightly down the wolf’s exposed chest, gathering raindrops. “Aww- big bad wolf can’t sniff out my home on his own? C’mon, it’s so easy. The only one within miles that smells only of sex and blood.” 

[ash-bxne]

He should have just shut up when the elite had threatened him but that wasn’t how Samuel worked. He said things before he actually thought about them most of the time. Most of the time he couldn’t really control himself. Before being locked away here, he’d had so much energy he’d had to work out daily with his father and spare. Lots of sparing but now he had almost no way to get his energy out. Which resulted in a lot of acting out. A lot. Some might argue to much.  But that was how he ended up like this. Sitting outside his cell with his hands taped behind his back around the cell bar to keep him in place. Another piece of tape was placed firmly over his mouth. Annoyance and intense frustration written all over his face as he leaned his head. Upon seeing someone walking down the hall towards him the foxes eyes narrowed. Samuel waited till the last moment and stuck his foot out to catch the other mid stride. He hoped to trip the guy up just enough to get his attention. He needed to get this shit off him so he could speak again.

[kitsune-ashtyn]

Ashtyn did not react as his eyes skimmed over the various pets for his choosing nor did he pay any attention to the slave currently tied up outside of his cell. The half-breed must have done something to piss off a dull elite who seemed to think bondage was an ideal punishment, though anyone could see it was really just an excuse to show off his nonexistent power over the other. From one glance alone, Ashtyn could tell this one was willing to play dirty and the hum of electricity that ran in the pet’s veins only increased as they grew nearer which affirmed his suspicion of his species makeup. He was prepared for an attack the moment it happened but instead of falling flat on his face like the pet might have enjoyed, Ashtyn was grabbing the boy by his collar, lifting him up, and pressing his back to the uncomfortable cell bars in a single instant. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Ash’s tone was teasing as he looked the other’s expression over while he struggled to escape his firm grip. “Clearly he doesn’t otherwise this wouldn’t be necessary.” One of his fingers stroked the fabric near the half-breed’s cheek, taunting the pet with what he wanted most- to be freed. “Such a shame. It would have been so nice to watch you struggle to speak without a tongue.”  

[kitsune-ashtyn]

Rain, Rain, Go Away || Open

[kitsune-ashtyn]

howlingglenn:

Glenn sighed when his shirt was ripped. Kitsune were even more troublesome when they were drunk. And that was saying something, because they were always trouble. “Why would I be desperate for a drunk guy’s dick?” he snorted. “Chances are, you won’t be able to get up or you’ll jizz early. So attractive.” Not that he hadn’t had his share of drunken sex, but he felt it was better when his tops were sober. Hell, with the lack of elegance, the wolf couldn’t even get turned on by the pain. As the other darted off, he quirked a brow. Did the other think he was going faster than he was? The wolf pushed himself to his feet and followed lazily after the other, at least to make sure he didn’t get in too much trouble.

Ashtyn was completely oblivious to his actual speed or whether the wolf was actually trailing behind him or not as he ran off in the direction of his own place. Just as he reached his front step, the storm around them seemed to increase immensely and a crash of thunder sounded almost immediately to his left; Ash found it was the perfect opportunity to sneak up on the wolf. He somehow managed to pick out the other’s grunts and breathing in the midst of the rain and swiftly moved to follow him instead of the other way around. Hopefully Glenn would want to have a bit more fun when Ashtyn egged him on. The last time they fought was absolutely riveting and a repeat with sex would be fantastic. Another crash of thunder sounded in the air and Ashtyn took the momentarily lapse of sound distraction to sneak directly behind Glenn and whisper in his ear. “Boo.”