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@bloodlustiing // Caged
It's an out of the frying pan and right into fucking Tartarus. Artair flattens against the far side of the cell, back digging against the bars. He'd been bound by hunters who assumed him some kind of fae entity due to his strange appearance, and wanted to gain some kind of favor with him or-- have him mend their shoes or some bullshit. Honestly not the worst thing to ever happen to him. But to see Ares here?
"No----no. Not you. Stay away from me." His eyes are wide beneath the sharp edge of his glare, and his teeth show; he looks every bit the caged animal he is right now.











