Taurus Volkov

𝐓𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐒 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐊𝐎𝐕 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 'not a good man, but a flawed human' transient trader, trying to become a father while the moon sways moods.

[leopold--dawson]

The sigh and expression were evidence enough to know Leopold’s disapproval in the matter.  Just briefly, the fae turned from Taurus needing a moment to recollect himself.  Any other person, he would have shrugged it off and merely went on with his life.  Yet, just the thought of the wolf sent shivers down his spine.  Absolutely unacceptable, but here they were.

At Taurus’ words, Leopold could understand.  Growing up on a small isle of faes, he longed for adventure and did not want to be tethered there.  But, if he had a child things would be different.  Or at least, he was telling himself that.  However, Leopold knew his own selfish heart and supposed it would be cruel to subject Taurus to any judgment when he most likely would have done the same thing if he was in that situation.

“Why don’t you mention her?”  He asked genuinely curious, trying to understand the handsome man before him.  Taurus felt like a mystery.  A riddle he must solve.

“Understandable, it would muddy things up with a lot of people.”  Not him, he actually adored children.  It was adults he could hardly stand.

[taurusvolkov]

Though Leo thought he would not muddy things up because he liked children, the potential of someone disliking his daughter was not his concern. Taurus did not mean to imply he was more open to being committed than he was by talking about anything serious. He tended to avoid topics that even held interest to him if he felt that it would make someone think he cared for them more than was enough for a few intimate moments.

For Leo to say 'a lot of people,' for this reason, implied to Taurus he was not the type of person to become attached through deeper conversations. A relief, for the moment, from the misunderstanding. "People seem to think knowing things about you mean you owe them things," he said with belief they were communicating the same information. "Potentially why you never quite mentioned much about yourself on our first meeting?" Taurus asked.

[pandokofswamp]

Yazi thought two footer children were strange, they were odd, all limbs and screams, cries and energy. He recalled having been a small Pandok, always on adventure, together with his siblings. But he’d been forced to grow up quickly, by the age he thought these children had, he was already on his own hunting. His mother only taking care of him the first year and a half. His father only appearing on occasion, often bringing some beautiful lizards for his mother. 

He narrowed his eyes for a moment when he heard the play of two footer children, then decided that if he wanted that kind of future with Zaya, he’d need to get over his judgement and understand them better. So he walked up to the playground, then stood and watched with interest. He felt like one stalking his prey, yet he did not move, staring forward and trying to make sense of what these kids were doing. 

“You have a child here?” he asked a tall and broad stranger. “Was raising them difficult?” he asked. 

[taurusvolkov]

"Yeah, that one," he stated, pointing to the top of the tower where his daughter had staked her claim on the territory, ready to fend off others who would try and take it from her. Taurus didn't know if she was like this before he returned, didn't know if maybe puberty was coming and she had a wolf inside her that was starting to demand such things, but he did know he thought it enjoyable to watch her flail around with the sword trying to maintain the high ground, laughing as she swung over the head of a child trying to climb up.

The man's question second question was a bold one though, Taurus' gaze shifting over to Yazi to determine how he felt about answering it. Maybe he was from another pack, maybe a relative of his daughter's mother, but from the smile on his face it didn't seem as though the question was asked in judgement. He couldn't really determine the why to it but, since he didn't seem to have asked it with any sort of negativity he felt willing to answer.

"I don't know, didn't really do that part," he stated, giving a small shrug with his shoulders as his gaze went back to his daughter. "Only been around for about a year," Taurus continued, eyes on the young girl who declared the flag her own. "Definitely difficult though. One year has been enough, ten and I'd probably look twice as old as I already do."

[madkingmerry]

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A shiver trembled up the tiefling's spine when fingers pushed between his cheeks and with saliva slick pressed into the his tight opening, stretching his hole with the girth of two fingers that strained the tensed muscles. "More," he moaned in a desperate plea, sensuality burning across his skin, his legs on either side of Taurus' hips tensing around him. It didn't quite hurt. In fact, Taurus was being quite a generous lover for the moment, despite having started with two fingers instead of one, the fact that he was coaxing his hole with the thrusting of his fingers instead of immediately sheathing his cock into him was rather gracious and one that wasn't often provided to him with the other various unknowns he took to bed.

The softness of his belly writhed as his hips bore down against Taurus' fingers, trying to deepen their reach as his shoulder blades pushed into the mattress beneath. His mouth held open slack and a sharp tongue ran across the point of fangs as another moan floated from his throat, paired with a lowly intimate chuckle, "Darling, you're being kind. If you want to ruin me, you'll have to do better than that." The flashing yellow fire of his eyes scintillated beneath the shadow of his dark lashes as his gaze turned up to the werewolf above him, a taunting gleam to go harder.

[taurusvolkov]

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'More.' Taurus was not sure how much more. From the jesters behaviour it seemed little would be enough to satiate his demand for pain, but Taurus had his own boundaries and he didn't wish to truly harm the other man. Certainly he did not wish to join the ranks of whoever had left him permanently scarred and torn apart. His eyes looking to the limb that was not Merry's own but rather a steel shade with it's magical metals. No, he did not wish to be like whoever had forced him to need that.

He did not wish to disappoint though and as his hips writhed against Taurus fingers, desperately seeking more depth and his hole widened he intended to resolve that, listening as marry gave his little laugh and insistence. He parted his lips as he withdrew fingers, ready to speak.

'Are you sure being kind wouldn't ruin you?'

He didn't say it though. He allowed the thought to linger as the tip of his cock found Merry's entrance, wasting no time before shoving himself within, the feeling of Merry's saliva noticeable against his cock for only a moment before the tightness of his hole caressed Taurus' cock. He withdrew partially before pushing in once more. His cock not necessarily large but not small by any means, and with his health being well taken care of his cock certainly felt hard and swelling with a hunger to fuck him into the evening.

With his hand free and his cock fucking at a steady sharp rythm into Merrys' arse, Taurus started to stroke Merry's cock, his grip tight, allowing for his rough palms to work the man's erection without more than his own precum as lubricant. "I'm open to suggestions," he insisted, still leaning over Merry as his hand stroked the man, tip of his cock likely against the curve of Taurus' torso as he fucked him. "What would make you beg, Merry?"

[valentinstjohn]

Valentin had made a study of werewolves in the past. He recognized the signs of a rage induced shift perhaps long before it manifested physically. There were internal markers that indicated it, the rising of a heart beat bursting, the increase of temperature, the sweet explosion of adrenaline in the air that tickled his own senses with the primal urge to respond to an imposing threat but nothing in Valentin shifted. The two were stark opposites as much as could be. One man moved to the point of explosion and the other remained immobile as a statue without so much as a single internal flutter. Valentin turned the page as the beast took over, the first sign of movement from the statue of a man, heavily weighted with his indifference.

The growl marked as the precursor for the werewolf's lunge and the next events took place in rapid time. The gnome released his blade concealed by his belt, piercing silver darting through the air with a whistle as it cut through wind aimed for the lunging wolf's thick throat and just in case the attack did not land, was blocked or did not do sufficient damage, the gnome tackled the shoulder of his vampiric employer who had still yet to move, forcing him out of the direct line of the sharp fanged bite approaching. Valentin moved then and as the book once held in his lap slowly began to fall and the werewolf moved an inch closer, reflexes quickened from age so he had already grabbed the gnome by the back of his collar, caught the book in the air before it fell, pulled from his pocket a glass vial of powered wolfsbane and crushed it to release it into the air in a matter of seconds. The glass pierced his palm and blood released, his ability to mold his own blood and control it outside of his body took hold as he moved both himself and the gnome to the side away from the werewolf who by now would reach where they had once stood and be within the cloud of dispersed powered wolfsbane, while the droplets of his blood forged a flying crimson blade which stopped just before the werewolf's throat.

Because the gnome had thrown his blade and because Valentin had grabbed the gnome, the umbrella blocking the sun was dropped. Sunlight hard and roiling with burning heat struck Valentin with its full force and caused his pale skin already to ripple and char. He would have minutes if he did not move.

[taurusvolkov]

The blade did not do sufficient damage. To a wolf with thinner fur perhaps, but the winter wolf's coat was thick, preventing the blade from embedding itself too deeply in his throat. Of course, it hurt, and he bled, the blade deep enough to slice vein and muscle but not quite enough to hit anything worthwhile, movement, of course, meant whatever had been sliced kept attempting movement and tore further until the blade fell to the ground from simply being jostled. Still all the occurrences that for the vampire took place in easily observed time, seemed to rush at the angered wolf.

First the sting of the blade that made his lunge become off balance, then the powdered wolfsbane in the air that caused him to flinch back and fall, and finally the blood made blade that stained his light brown and grey coat. He barely even noticed the blade for the wolfsbane made his brown eyes begin to water, tear ducks letting droplets run over brown mottled cheeks to his snout. He did not whimper, though if he were alone he might have, instead he sneezed, not as easily able to prevent this, wolf snot spraying across the ground, it's colour strange due to the wolfsbane as it landed on the wood of the docks.

It was as he sneezed the blade became evident, the sharpness of the strange magical creation slitting enough of his throat through fur for him to know there was a threat, even if he could not gaze down and see it. What he could see, fortunately, was the vampire's efforts leaving him uncovered, the scent of burning decayed flesh far more enjoyable to the wolf than the wolfsbane that lingered. He too would be forced back because of it, the wolfsbane, if too much was breathed in, would make him shift back. It was, with blood at his throat and the man he attacked charring that the rest of the pack seemed to approach, not shifting, not intervening...yet, but waiting to see what would occur.

A stale mate it seemed, but Taurus opinion of him had changed. Whoever the man was, he wasn't simply a prick, he was dangerous.

With the packs arrival he attempted to step back, his paws attempting to draw him away from both the vampire and whatever had been at his throat. Still he was prepared to continue, cautious that the vampire, or his little friend, might act once more. Even if he knew his weeping gaze and bleeding throat were disadvantages he would not simply be devoured, but he would retreat when the fight seemed ill prepared for.

[taurusvolkov]

Playtime || Yazi&Taurus

The young woman gave Taurus a small spin as she showed off the pants she had put on to play with the other children in. He had not wished for her to keep getting the nicer clothing she wore dirty and so had bought her some attire to play around in and she seemingly felt quite powerful in the clothing that was quite similar to her father's, showing off some weak punches.

"Don't actually hit any of the other kids though, yeah?" he checked with the young dark haired girl who gave her father a strong nod before she rushed towards the wooden play castle that had been erected in the Rochielles district by one of the locals. There were a few other children there, parents too it seemed that sat nearby watching. Taurus himself kept his eyes very firmly on his daughter, not intending to let them wander because there was every chance the young woman would try and hit someone who said the wrong thing to her.

For the moment, she seemed contented though, waving to him as she got to the top of the castle, having climbed around the edge of the wood so she could climb on top of the roof and seek the weather worn fake flag made of wood at the very top. He waved back, and probably should have been more concerned she would fall but as she wandered around the roof, holding onto the rod of the flag, he decided he was content she was willing to be so reckless. At least it meant she had his spirit for adventure.

@pandokofswamp

[madkingmerry]

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What remained of their garments were quickly stripped away, amusing laughter rolling delightfully out of the tiefling that by his own tauntings and teasings he had stoked the fires of lust within the werewolf to result in such a prompt demand, gleeful of his actions. The bare nakedness of his body revealed not only the expanse of his yellow-toned skin and the coarse corners of him but also the lighter raised scars that decorated his body in every place visible. The tiefling looked as if he were made of scars, they streaked across him as if they were intricate patterns of ornate lacework, a macabre sort of beauty as he writhed against the bedding. The largest of the scars were found where his prosthetics were affixed to his body. Giant discolored sections of skin exploded out from the metal sockets, looking simultaneously healed and angry with irritation, nearly white until it turned artificial to cold iron.

The adjustment to his body as thick hands pushed against his thighs and lifted his lower half came equally as welcome, as did the slap that smarted against the side of his face. Merry's cock twitched, his sharp toothed smile broadened, more laughter and a moaned inhale sounded from his throat as another hard slap came, backs of knuckles against his cheekbones. There was no hair on his body, nothing for his cock to hide behind as pre-cum leaked from the tip of his head and dripped onto his lower abdomen. He pulled against the leather straps around his wrists again as desire twisted in his belly. He tried to wriggle his hips against Taurus as much as he could, enticing the other man by grinding his ass against what was available to him whether it be the tops of Taurus' thighs or his cock against his cheeks.

"Thank you," Merrymock moaned the words, licking his lips with thick saliva so that his mouth would be coated and parted his mouth readily, eager to lick and cover Taurus' fingers with dripping wetness. Any excess of it would trickle out the side of his mouth, not caring for being neat and tidy. In this state, despite being physically restrained, he was entirely unrestrained in his lust. His tongue would slide between Taurus' fingers, teeth nipping ever so slightly, mindful enough not to let the sharpness of his pointed teeth to cut skin; pain was his own pleasure and he would not give it where it were not wanted. Besides, he was being very obedient right now and so just suckled on Taurus' fingers heartily and happily as if his very digits were coated with the most delicious ambrosia and he were eager to lap it all up.

[taurusvolkov]

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Taurus did not comment, and would not comment, on the scars that littered his form. He'd seen them before, was aware that how healed they all appeared meant that they would likely never go away, but if he asked about them then he would be attaching himself and he didn't wish to do that. Was he curious? Somewhat, but not enough. Half the town had scars. Not this badly, he assumed, but he knew enough of the torture other's had experienced that once you knew that kind of thing about someone it was hard to just leave them. He wouldn't comment.

Instead he allowed the tiefling to swallow up his fingers, watching as saliva fell from the corners of his mouth and ran down the bruised yellow cheeks Taurus had just struck. Despite the scaring, and the dark proclivities, he was pretty. The werewolf knew pretty, he had seen pretty things from across the continent and the tieflings dark curls that fell around injured horns and gave way to soft eyes that, even in their glee, seemed to perpetually hold a terrified sort of sorrow, showed a prettiness that was often overlooked. A desperate prettiness born not of fae like florals and jewels but a prettiness akin to old temples or window panes in the rain.

Withdrawing his hand from Merry's mouth he brought his hand between them, slipping fingers between Merry's cheeks and seeking his hole, pushing two fingers in together without caution, immediately both digits filling him before withdrawing and repeating his actions. All the while he watched Merry from above, observing the way his wrists resisted their bindings. Yes, he was very pretty, ruined parts and all.

[taurusvolkov]

What sort of stuff do you trade?

"Jewellery, plants, animals, magical items, anything that technically is meant to remain in it's kingdom for whatever purpose. It's stupid anyway, what kind of damage could even be done just because you take the sleeping poppies from Crirtha to Withermore? Just some sleepy people. Invasive species? It's a fucking flower."

[leopold--dawson]

Everything felt off from the last time the two spent time together.  Although, Leopold supposed he could hardly remember his own name during that tryst.  And this is why he rarely allowed himself to let loose, despite his inner desires.  As the two went forth, he remained silent, merely leading Taurus where the wolf asked.  It wasn’t until the other man halted their walk by speaking, causing the fae to turn towards him.  Why was he relieved Taurus was unmarried?  It felt nice to know, but he was not sure how to process the information when it came to his previous feelings.

“No,” he softly commented.  “It does not bother me that you have a child out of wedlock.”  Or maybe it did bother him to some degree, but merely out of jealousy of the woman he had laid with.

Yet, the next part of the conversation made it more aware of why he was upset in the first place.  The way Taurus spoke, it sounded like he was an outsider when it came to his daughter.  That he hardly was around and no part of her raising and he did find that troubling.

“The way you speak, it sounds as if her mother did everything for her and you,” he looked down for a moment.  “Well you were absent from her life.  Were you?”  Leopold questioned, curious about this gorgeous man that had entered his life and refused to leave his brain space.

[taurusvolkov]

Taurus' remained away from the fae, easier to look away than to look at someone directly asking him about something most avoided calling him out on. The pack probably would have if he was meant to be a just member like the rest of them, but because he had renounced his status as alpha, that he could have been there leader, at times it felt as if they were still waiting for him to reclaim it and did not wish to question decisions he made.

"Until just over a year ago I was absent, yes," Taurus acknowledged, dark eyes focused on the various shades of the flowers surrounding them. Internally he began to count the various colours, to calm himself so the wolf did not emerge needlessly. He knew someone would eventually ask, eventually call him on his shit, but he had, he supposed, thought it would be a dear friend, or his child's mother, instead it was a man of station he had bedded in the back of a tavern. It felt almost sad there was no one more willing.

Taurus' eyes eventually fell back to Leo. "I always supported her, gave her mother what she needed but I - I did not intend to be tied to this town, to any person," he noted, supposed it was obvious he might be the type given how they'd met. "Easy enough not to attach yourself to a child you never meet." And certainly now the notion of leaving, despite him convincing himself in his head he would, felt like it would be harder. She spoke to him now, called him Pa and asked him for foods he cooked well. How was he to make her miss the things he made as she missed aspects of her mother that the woman in her ill state could not give? Clearly the love and grace he spoke of indicated a current attachment, even if Taurus did not quite directly say so.

"I don't typically mention her," he commented. "Best not to muddy things up." As it felt perhaps he had muddy this entanglement up with his words.

[lordkrakenprimitori]

Reaching out to assist his followers with dragging back the merchant's gear, Phanrax made no effort to hide that he wasn't human.  There simply wasn't time if all of the poor merchant's goods were to be saved.  It wasn't like the cold water was going to affect the Kraken as he took the crates and urged all the people to seek warmth at the Church of the Shattered Abyss.

As the last of his people brought crates up to the dock, Phanrax stripped out of his leather vest and pushed his magic into it, stripping the water for the material now that he was no longer needed on the water.  Redonning his vest, Phanrax reached out and touched the young werewolf on the shoulder, pushing his magic to vent the water from his clothes as well.  As he drew on his oilcloth coat, the tattoo of the Shattered Abyss almost twinkled in the light.

“We won't have to worry about that again,” Phanrax remarked, flagging down a merchant who had been serving hot drinks to all the volunteers.  “Now that more trade is coming into the city my people will be on the lookout more.”  He took a large swallow from his flask and brushed a man's forehead with his thumb as he sought a benediction.

[taurusvolkov]

The man seemed to depart without a word, attempting to further help other's that were bringing objects onto the shore, while Taurus continued to keep himself dry. He was certainly not going to get all the way there but he was dry enough that he felt content to walk home as he was, no way was he going to return to the pack's prior actions, all of them would probably desire to return him and dry off. That was his intention for a moment, not expecting the other who had disappeared without a word to return just as quickly.

Taurus near jumped when he felt an unexpected touch to him, the wetness of his clothing disappearing as quickly as the tattooed male appeared. "Oh shit, thanks, man," he offered, thinking little of the comment regarding his people. There were packs, and covens, and guilds, and crew, and more within Destarin that all held leaders of their own, and he had not been a regular to the church as often as his parents had been, especially not in his adult years.

"Well you're a kinder man than myself," he mused, observing how dry his clothing now were when someone seemed to appear from nowhere to be touched on the brow by the man. Taurus didn't quite understand the back and forth of him, but maybe it was just the man's style to engage himself in multiple interactions at once. At least for his magic taurus assumed he was perhaps an elemental, or a nymph or some sort. "I don't think I would just hang out here looking for people who lose their boat, right place right time kind of deal for me, I think. The pack too probably, I don't think our alpha would approve. You here with your crew or...?"

The strange company that had suddenly appeared making him look away for a moment, like he was invading something private. "Should I step away for a moment?"

[valentinstjohn]

Valentin's gaze flicked to the werewolf briefly, he hadn't instructed his butler to stop scratching at his concealed weapon as a means to defend or protect the agitated man but simply because it was annoying. His sense of hearing was enhanced and with his butler being directly beside him, any sound produced was therefore louder to him. The constant flicking and scratching of his hard nail against the hilt of the blade had been grating to Valentin's sensitive hearing and so had advised him to stop purely for his own benefit and not for this werewolf. He would have conveyed this as well but he truly felt it would have no effect on the werewolf who was already so keenly set on his agitation that it would likely only further it which would only be more annoying for the vampire and so after that brief glance, he just returned his attention to his book once again. "If you are unable to converse beyond your emotional state then this interaction is over."

[taurusvolkov]

Taurus was, quite often, typically unable to do much beyond his own emotional state, or his personal desires. It was why he had left his daughter, why he had consistent flings but tended not to linger once things felt as though they were getting more serious, why he made rash decisions when it came to his work, or himself. The fact he had rushed into the water for a stranger but didn't intend to help beyond it, while yelling at a stranger by the docks. To be called out on it held an equally selfish and emotional response.

The wolf within him jumped through his form as the man's head returned to his book, wet flesh and wet attire torn apart, blood and bone scattering with them onto the worn wet wood of the docks. It was as though the wolf had been summoned within his mortal form and destroyed it, broken it and taken over, as a large brown and grey wolf took his place, growling before the vampire.

The deep aggressive sound was the only action before he lept in the vampire's direction, pushing off on his hind legs with his open jaw seeking throat. All he could think was of dragging him down the docks and throwing him in the water, to be discarded as the man's belongings had, but the success of even his attempt to grab the vampire's neck was unlikely. Even if he could rationalise failure he couldn't stop himself. He intended to make a show of force to the dismissive man before him.

[witchofillusion]

Asvari offered a kind smile. The man did indeed get lucky, any other day, any other time, he might’ve drowned with his wares. Lost his life or just his belongings. To start all over from scratch, not everyone had that in them. Most never recovered from such. “It is a good moment to lose one’s boat, if there ever was a good moment for such.” 

He touched a hand to his chest when he was offered to join. His pockets full of stolen things, he couldn’t ask for better company to escort him away from the busy port and perhaps far enough away that nobody would dare to check him. In the company of the rough man before him and those who howled in his company - werewolves, was Asvari’s guess - he would certainly not be questioned. 

“Handsome? How could I possibly say no, now?” he asked, batting his eyes. “Lead the way.” He added a silent ‘handsome’ that was only conveyed through his eyes.

[taurusvolkov]

Taurus didn't suspect anything, not that he'd have been too concerned with causing a scene over it either. Maybe he'd have politely told him to give them back, but even that was a stretch considering how much of the man's belongings had been saved and it would certainly give the wrong impression of the town if at least a few things didn't go missing. Wouldn't want the man getting confused and thinking the whole town was some sort of Utopia.

There were, fortunately, many taverns by the port. Most not exactly the most refined of locations, but they had drink and grub nonetheless and with the twinkling of compliment in the others eye Taurus lead the lot of them to one nearby. Inside were already a few sailors talking about the capsized boat, laughing at the man who had apparently sailed at the wrong time of year. His men seemed to join them and Taurus headed straight for the bar itself.

"Options I think might be limited to beer, wine and mead," he informed the man with bold lips. "Any of those sound appealing?"

[leopold--dawson]

A bit confused by his statement, Leopold’s lips tightened.  What kind of father was not close to his daughter?  The question rang through Leo’s head as his blue eyes merely looked right through the wolf.

It took Taurus’ voice to get Leopold out of his head and his eyes lowered to see the wolf discarding the flowers.  “Of course,” usually Taurus elicits a smile or something from the fae.  Yet, his words were hollow as he continued to question things in his head about the man.

Leopold turned towards Taurus motioning for the man to follow as he started to head down a cobblestone path towards another section of the gardens.  The next witty remark caused him to pause and he turned, his brow raised.  Any other time, he would have found the wolf amusing and not think twice about following him somewhere private.  Yet, there was a lot going on in his mind.  An emissary with a married man?  Not a good look on Leopold.  And if he wasn’t married, what kind of man was Taurus?

[taurusvolkov]

There was an evident shift but Taurus couldn't place it. He was used to people being locals, knowing enough about him that he didn't need to say he was unmarried, that he was a philanderer, so the notion someone would assume he was wed did not cross his mind. Instead he just watched the fae's expression, trying to connect dots that seemed very far away from one another. Why didn't the emissary smile when he charmed him?

Still Taurus followed, noticing the man did not reply verbally to his offer for his evening to be brightened, rather greeting with a raised brow. He certainly had recalled needing to be more...insistent with the man when they had met, a series of vulgar words, and yet this seemed different, like he couldn't fathom Taurus having the gaul to ask such a thing.

"It is unattractive to you I had a child out of wedlock?" he asked with his own brow lifting, this seeming to be the only connection he could make as the only new information he had shared was that he had a child. Leopold was a dignitary and while he'd allowed for Taurus to enjoy him in the back of a tavern that did not mean Leo would have allowed for a child to be born into that sort of situation.

"She may not have been conceived of love," he stated, his eyes falling away because he obviously knew it was shameful - despite his effort to state the contrary - that he had been an absent father who had never loved her mother. "Or following any sort of vow, but her mother has raised her with love and grace. She is the very definition of elegance. No love or vow could have made her more perfect." They were not close, that was his fault, but he also had a strong feeling how wonderfully she had turned out would have been spoiled by his presence, and perhaps he was even ruining her by being there now. He would leave. When her mother was better, he would leave.

[witchofillusion]

Asvari was not one who easily swam in water, but once he saw the boat capsize and the people reach forward to aid, he found himself at least tied to the location for longer than he intended. Attempting to navigate from a distance, trying to find if anything else was lost to the waves. He watched thusly, and only lend his strength to haul contents further onto the shore. 

When the werewolf with rippling muscles heaved a chest that could perhaps weigh as much as the Illusionist onto the docks, he found his job was mostly done. He did not think much of what had sunk now was worth diving for. And thus when the question was asked, Asvari wondered if he looked like a man who’d gone to water himself. For a moment he contemplated wetting his outfit with his power, but he decided against it. “I’m afraid I have not been down there myself,” he admitted. “Thus I cannot say for certain, but my bystander’s guess is that all that was worth being saved had indeed been saved.”

[taurusvolkov]

"I suppose what we can't see is likely too far out by now to concern ourselves with," he responded, his eyes still out on the water, presuming his own gaze would be more effective regardless. What he could see was, most certainly, washed too far out by the currents to risk his own life for, he didn't wish to end up pulled out into the ocean with no way back, even if he could handle the sheer cold that was likely deeper out in the ocean.

Even now as he stood there, dripping in ice water he seemed unaffected by the cold. Truthfully he was comforted by it, his generally warm body feeling at ease. "Man got lucky so many of us were nearby," he noted, aware from his appearance the other hadn't gone into the waters but Taurus knew not everyone could swim, not everyone had seen water before Destarin and so, like the mermaid had aided the man in his health, he could easily assume people had helped in other ways.

"I think we all deserve a drink, truthfully," Taurus asserted, a few of the wolves overhearing the man and offering little howls of excitement, as though they had not been in a tavern the night before, and the night before that... "Care to join us, handsome?" The wolf's easy sway of words was not necessarily flirtation but rather his way, complimentary regardless of the other's potential interest. Who didn't like being called pretty things?

[taurusvolkov]

Do you retain cognizance in your wolf form?

"I do, though during certain moons my mood can be affected but I am typically still myself. Just a little hairier than normal."

[taurusvolkov]

Got a nice big juicy thigh here for you!

"Same here, mate. Should we each have a bite, just for fun?"

[madkingmerry]

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The jerking action to his arm released a lofty giggle from the tiefling's bloodied lips, now fully bound to the bed with his arms risen and stretched above him. Merry nuzzled his face to Taurus' hand, gaze half-lidded with the heat of his desires so only the spark of his yellow flame iris was visible within the dark shadows of his eyes. His tongue swept between Taurus' fingers as they smeared over his mouth before the werewolf removed his hand to dip beneath the waistband of his trousers. "Mm-ah," he moaned at the touch, wrists pulling against the leathers strapping him in place, shoulder blades pushing his upper back against the bedding as his hips pushed forward into the warmth of Taurus' palm.

"Yours," Merry echoed, his voice a lover's caress, "You grant me the blessing of your carnal urges. I am yours wholly," the edges of his mouth cracked into a sharper smile, sharp edged teeth revealed in his parted mouth, "With all the holes of me." The yellow flame of his scorching eyes swirled with glinting light as breathy laughter filled his throat, it escaped his lips and fell against Taurus' cheek as kisses were planted against him. "Am I beautiful?" Merrymock asked, turning his head slightly to nudge against the side of Taurus as his hands were restrained, his lips found purchase at any part of available skin to trail wet kisses. He crooked his leg against the side of Taurus' hip, his own hips rising in order to feel more of the warm hand caressing his balls, seeking pleasure from any source. "Tell me of my beauty. Slap me," Merry purred his request, his tongue licking against salted skin, "Bloom blossoms against my skin and lose yourself in the garden of me. Let my legs be the vines which tangle around you as you root yourself into me." His tail slipped around Taurus' leg once more, stroking sensually to the inner part of his bulky thigh.

[taurusvolkov]

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A gift it was for him to seem so beautiful when he was so distorted. Tieflings generally could look quite demonic and terrifying with their horns, their yellowing or reddish skin, their sharpened teeth and pointed tail, even spikes to their forms on occasion, but for Merry it was tenfold. His mechanical limbs obscured him further from typical beauty and yet his charm and whimsy seemed to add it all right back, like any scary looking part of him shifted to something quite remarkably stunning.

"I should fuck you against a mirror so you might see for yourself," he insisted, groaning as wet bloodied lips stained the warm sunkissed skin that coated the muscles of his shoulders. Even restrained the tiefling just seemed to keep wrapping himself around the wolf, finding more ways to pull him in and Taurus was -unfortunately for Merry's joy perhaps - enjoying being so in demand.

More demands came and he considered refusing, considered remaining as they were just stroking him until he begged, but as Merry's tail wrapped around his thigh, beginning to stroke between them he gave in instantly, his own cock pulsing with want.

With a now determined need in him he started to shove off the remaining fabrics they wore, blood on his fingers staining fabric and grazing down skin. Only once their clothing was gone and their cocks pushed against on another did Taurus readjust himself, drawing his knees beneath him so he knelt on the bed, leaning over Merrymock still, his hands grabbing the tiefling's thighs and pulling them up around his hips, cock now resting beneath the curl of Merry's arse that sat on his thighs. If only he could wax poetic the way Merry could, his language not half so elegant, the tamed bush surrounding his cock the closest he got to any part of him having such flowery speak.

"Don't be fucking greedy," Taurus said in place of compliments, his bloody hand crossing Merry's face in a hard slap, feeling the other's cheekbone beneath his palm. It didn't stir his cock the same way the tieflings tail had but if it brought Merry happiness he could enjoy seeing that. His hand came back the other way, knuckles hitting the other cheek. "Pretty things say thank you and open their holes," Taurus continued to degrade. "So open your mouth and suck my fingers." The blood and saliva would not be enough to thoroughly lubricate Merry but it would last long enough for Taurus to get his cock inside him and after that...he assumed Merry would enjoy the roughness.

[valentinstjohn]

Valentin observed the other male. Centuries worth of knowledge provided the vampire with all the information unconsciously given simply from Taurus standing before him in these few short moments. His nose told him he was a werewolf, as did his temper.

"It means nothing to me whether there's more cargo in the sea or not," Valentin returned, tone of his voice flatter than the surface of the sea during the calm. "It's not logic," looking back down to the notebook in his hands, Valentin slipped a thin folded sheet of paper between the open pages, "You assumed I cared to look." The way he saw it was simple: he didn't care about the shipwreck and he didn't care about the cargo. Naturally, he had no reason to look when asked if he'd seen anything else. His book had been more important.

"That's enough," Valentin's soft voice no longer directed to the werewolf but instead to the gnome at his side, audible in the way his tone shifted. "You flick that nail once more against the hilt of that knife and I will remove it," the gnome understood Valentin intended to remove his nail should he continue and promptly stilled his hand in his pocket which had been scratching at his concealed blade, muttering a coarse but swift apology.

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"You care to look now," he answered, which he felt was enough of an indication the pallid being before him cared more about being a little arsehole than any mediocrity he felt to the ease of which he could have just answered. "Sort of fucking pathetic if you ask me, to care more about asserting your indifference than just doing the bare minimum," Taurus scoffed, of course, this was when attentions shifted.

The werewolf's gaze moved to the small gnome that seemingly intended to act on the man's behalf. Despite the intentions of the gnome he was informed to stay his notions of violence. "How bloody generous," he shook his head, thinking it quite ridiculous that he'd offer than effort when he couldn't offer it to a simple request. "Once again an action that took double what was asked. You're a real fucking peach, mate."

Taurus brought his hands up to his long hair, squeezing the water from the strands and letting them fall onto the wood of the docks already soaked from those who had aided in retrieving the goods. "Karma will find you one day, in need and no one willing to lift a chin to notice. Good fucking luck to you."