wild predator / .

@trippxblais

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Emir really couldn't care less about the flowers he'd been working on. It was easy for him to make another arrangement to replace any that suffered from unfortunate circumstances. He certainly wouldn't have called this circumstance unfortunate though. Really, he considered himself lucky right now because he'd gotten exactly what he wanted. Tripp was always feeding right into his hand and the Juno vampire could do nothing but revel in it every single time. Hand wrapped around his throat, the other's mouth at his ear. It almost seemed too easy. Maybe he'd let Tripp think otherwise though. It'd probably help his ego. There was a smirk on his face as he was pressed against the counter. "Oh, I already am." He spoke with a constructed voice, his gaze falling to the lycan's mouth as he tried to lean in closer until their faces were a mere inch apart. "Teasing is unlike you. Don't you want to fuck me?" His gaze flitted to the door and then back to Tripp. "Anyone could walk in at any moment and find out just how fucking badly you want me. That's why you won't leave. I've got you wrapped around my finger and you don't even know it."

The damn vampire always thought he had the upper hand. In some regard, he likely did. But Tripp would be out of his mind if he allowed Emir to continue to think so, or even to do so. Their respective species had been at odds with each other since conception, and Tripp would not be the one to appear as some weak, panting dog waiting for even the tiniest bit of attention from the vampire. Fuck that. So he listened to the words as they rolled off the other's tongue, almost a little too hoarse with the way the lycan's fingers continued to close off his throat. Good, Emir deserved such treatment. "Oh, it's me wanting you so badly, is it?" His own gaze traveled to the door, then to the vampire's mouth, before meeting the other's. "Was it me begging to have my hands around your throat? Or was it me praying that I'll fuck you?" There was little begging or praying that had happened, Tripp knew that, but he'd antagonize the vampire with it all the same. "Tell me, how often were you glancing at the door, waiting for me to eventually come in?"

#interaction.#emir.

Tripp looked keen on her request and it only made the demon's ruby smile that much wider. The warm brown eyes, wrinkled from her smile, practically sparkled like an anime character's. "Ugh, Texting is boring." Though she certainly loved to post on instagram, Maz much preferred seeing her favorite people in person. The Inferno had left the demon with a desire to be certain that she knew the things she was looking at or hearing were real and not some new form of torture. That, and she already had to do too much texting in the Familiar group chat.

"Have I mentioned lately I love you?" Maz pouted her lips into a new smile and came forward, giving the lycan the gentlest pinch on his cheek. "Alrighty, come on then, Tripp. We can discuss how you'll be my new favorite non-demon non-Virgil partner-in-crime." Or partner-in-stopping-crime - boring specifics. What mattered was the action was fun.

In truth, she would have had a better chance sending a carrier pigeon to find him. Given that often Tripp wasn't in a form to handle a cellphone, let alone carry one with him. Though, he supposed he kept it close enough to hear the soft ping of whichever family member had texted him that time. Not many others were worth giving his number out to. "Do you ever not mention it?" The pinch of his cheek queued a particular face to be made, but it soon enough settled into a soft smile. It didn't often happen, but Maz was typically awarded such a thing. "New, huh?" A brow was lifted, before he presented her now with a grin. Perhaps it was the thought of chasing down some wayward supernatural that put him in such a good mood. Then again, any reason to shift put him in a better mood. "After you."

#interaction.#mazikeen.#the end.

"I want to poke around with other wolves, is that so bad?" Or unlike her at all. Aurea had been a child with magic chasing after the sounds of lycans howling in the woods once upon a time. That hadn't changed, no matter how old she got, she was constantly attracted to this kind of wildness within them, within her. It'd always been there, she hadn't ever been able to shake it. "I'm not gonna go joining up another pack or whatever, I am loyal to us. I just wanna, I dunno, hang out."

It was to be expected, lycans had always been pack animals. There had always been that innate presence built within them, whether born as such or bitten into such a life. Tripp had been fortunate enough to be born amid them, to be raised with a lycan seemingly on every side of him. He had spent more than enough of his life within the woods, running wild with them. So how could he deny such an experience to Aurea? Even if it were with the untrustworthy pack that had secluded themselves from the rest of Rome. "Fine, go hang out with them. But stay alert. There's more than just the Lupo pack in there now. And most of them can't be trusted."

#interaction.#aurea.

It's the kid sister in her that has her mouth immediately ready to fire something back but she thinks better of it. "You would be who I would be texting." Crossing her arms, she can't help but feel a bit petulant because he had a fair point. "You all keep acting like I get into all sorts of trouble. I go out by myself and I go to work." She wouldn't even entirely said she'd connected with any old friends in Rome quite yet either, family had been the priority. Things were slowing down again, she had time and it was another hurdle, reconnecting with the city after she'd been gone the last few years. "Eoin made me promise him I'm not going to get into anything already."

"You act like we don't know you," as if some of their nature were not the same. Then again, the trouble that she often got into varied quite heavily from the trouble that he himself got into. Even if some of that trouble only originated because of his family. "Yeah? And did your understandings of what that meant line up? Or is there going to be some kind of miscommunication later on?"

#interaction.#aurea.

"If you think I'm home and I'm not going to Lupercalia in February, you're wrong. I heard it was essentially Wolfchella and I missed it. I'm never going to get that back." She's only kind of kidding, she couldn't believe the lineup they'd had. It was only December and she'd already seen rumors of Slipknot maybe playing, there was no way she was missing Duality live, even if she did consider herself a casual fan. "I'm just wondering if you're gonna come drag me out of All Fours if I go by myself." That's what she's fishing for. Regardless of anyone's thoughts on the Lupo, Aurea operated under that a wolf was a wolf and it's not like all of them were volatile and dangerous, they didn't even have an alpha. The pack was vulnerable and she could....She wanted more local wolf friends that wasn't just her dear packmate.

Lupercalia; the previous year had been something to be seen, or so he'd heard. The change of one alpha to another, a volatile that had ripped the heart of a lycan right out. These were only some of the factors to why Tripp did not like the Lupo pack. Especially given that they had all but declared war on the rest of Rome, on the various other species that flocked its streets. The alpha, or previous alpha now had made too many declarations, too many claims that couldn't possibly have been shoved under the rug when he'd stepped down. Tripp believed that each of them needed to be brought down, regardless of where they stood now. "Where you go is your choice, Aurea. I won't drag you out of anywhere. But I also won't promise that I won't give you shit if anything goes wrong. Or if I need to come bail your ass out of trouble." One text would be all that it would take, before Tripp showed up to ruin anyone that even thought to give her grief.

#interaction.#aurea.

Mazikeen grinned, ruby red lips curling upwards. "Well, I have to track down an extra misbehaving demon, which is saying something, isn't it?" She giggled. "Anyway, I could definitely handle it myself if it wasn't for the fact I... really don't feel like it. It's a lot quicker to use my resources. Like your nose. And maybe your muscles if they want to ignore Bebe's summons, but I'm sure I can convince them." She sighed. "That and maybe I missed you? We never get to spend time because you're never here or at the hotel." She was a curious demon, always looking to find out where her favorite coven and pack members went - partially due to abandonment issues and partially due to just being nosy.

A misbehaving creature; now Maz had begun to speak his language. There were perhaps few things that Tripp enjoyed more than tracking down a supernatural. The way that he would toy with them, scent that fear that emanated from them. Many parents had always advised their children to not play with their food, but they did not understand the satisfaction that came with it. And Tripp overtly enjoyed watching his prey struggle to find their way out. To find their escape from his salivating fangs as he drew closer upon them. "You should have just started with that," words came accompanied with a grin, all teeth like the feral animal he was. "So this is just a track down request?" It had been a while since Tripp had brought any supernatural down, and perhaps he had begun to itch with the need. "I prefer the outdoors," he stated, with a lift of his shoulders. "All you need to do is text me. You know I'll always come," because family meant everything to him.

#interaction.#mazikeen.

Emir really couldn't help but laugh. It was pretty damn amusing to him honestly. The lycan was so determined to say just how much he hated the vampire at any given moment. Yet...here he still stood. Tripp was definitely a masochist, that was for damn sure. Why else would the lycan constantly be here? Emir was convinced there was something else deep down. Perhaps like? How absolutely preposterous if he happened to like someone like Emir. That had to be what it was. There had been plenty of opportunities for the feral lycan to kill the marshal turned senator, but he guessed that the backlash would've been far worse than any satisfaction. Speaking of satisfaction, he was sure that he could give that to Tripp right now. "A job well done? I'll be sure to make the bouquet for you early then." He circled around to stand in front of the lycan now. "You can start trying now if you want. I promise I won't get hard when you wrap your hands around my neck."

Vampires were not creatures that Tripp held much use for. There was little magic in them, save for the ones that could compel or turn into those disgusting rats. Once upon a time, their blood had been useful; until the Eye had begun to create it synthetically, had harnessed the use that came from it. In his eyes, Emir was of no use. There was nothing that he could gain or harness when it came to the vampire. And yet, somehow, in the most pathetic way, he was there all the same. Within that damned fucking flower shop, with the vampire right before him. With that aggravating smirk on his lips as if he knew something that Tripp didn't. As if he understood why the lycan continued to show up, to remain within his orbit without a possible chance of pulling himself away. Tripp hated it. The thought again slipped into his mind, of how easily he could rid himself of this problem. How easy it would be to shift, to latch onto the vampire until the poison upon his own teeth took effect. That was not, however, what Tripp did. Instead, he found himself playing into the vampire's words. As he always seemed to do. Fingers pressed along the expanse of Emir's throat, bruising as they ever were, before Tripp had him slammed against the counter. How unfortunate for the flowers. "Get hard for me," words spoken against the vampire's ear, only after Tripp had leaned down, body flush against him. Fingers pressed in harder to Emir's throat, it was a good thing vampires didn't need to breathe. "Do it, so I can leave you here worked up and wanting."

#interaction.#emir.

who: @trippxblais where: Christmas Market, Gladiator ring

One moment she's playing catch the marshmallow in your mouth with the Lupo pack and the next she's called into the Gladiator ring, it's not enough to try to enjoy the festivities with her pack in a city they were recently allowed reentry into, the tensions were still tight and distrust was everywhere sprinkled over every business like the falling snow but she had to fight. She needed to get ready for one of the most important fights of her life, Lupercalia was coming and each day she was growing with certainty that she wanted Alpha. Her Lycan body had sustained a lot, changeling hearts and blood fruit and even if she didn't have the same feral strength that she had during the end-times, she was still willing to shed blood to achieve what she wanted and this was needed practice. "Friendly fight? See which pack comes out on top?" Circling the Ivy Lycan, she snarled and launched forward to tear with teeth and claw.

How had he been roped into such a thing as gladiator fighting? The lycan had nothing to prove to anyone, and certainly had no care for the chance to praise some God. Yet, given that so many other lycans had joined the ranks, Tripp knew it was his chance to see what the Ivy were up against. Should the need come that the lycans would need to be put down. That he'd have to find himself going toe to toe with them. He'd heard about Flora, of some of what she'd been through. And the knowledge that the alpha spot had opened up as of recent. He could only guess that she'd be throwing her hat into the ring, and he needed to know what she was capable of. "The answer to that is already clear, but I'll give you the chance to prove me wrong." Oh, he would enjoy this. Especially when she threw herself at him with a ferocity. But it was met with his own, all the feral qualities that he'd grown up with.

#interaction.#flora.#e. saturnalia

Person: @trippxblais Location: Ivy Hotel, main lobby The place is decorated for Christmas and Hannukah because frankly, she's a festive menace and always has been. She sits by the big tree in the lobby in one of the armchairs, the fireplace on and maybe there really is something to being home for the holidays. It's nice, she always sends gifts back home but to really be there is something else. "So, Lupercal. That's fun." She's fishing, Aurea knows Tripp is going to see through it but she asks anyways, wants his opinion to gauge how much judgement she's gonna get if she starts hanging around there. "As if the Lupo couldn't go through enough at this point."

"Fun, right," there's an almost amused smirk on his lips. He knew what Aurea wanted, she was trying to gauge his stance on the damned lycan home. The forest that had seemingly gone through so many changes as of late. At least that volatile wasn't in charge anymore. Then again, he would have enjoyed bringing him down himself. "And you what, want to be around for the next round of changes?"

#interaction.#aurea.

For how much Tripp seemed to be constantly annoyed by the vampire, he was always standing so damn close. Not that Emir minded at all. He was all for the lack of space that was between the two of them at all times. It made it that much easier to sway the lycan into giving him whatever he wanted. And it was made so easy by just how frustrated the other got. He was starting to think that Tripp was just waiting for the moment that Emir said something annoying just to get his hands on him. Which was perfectly fine to the senator. He wasn't going to ever say he didn't enjoy it. The smile on his face every time was enough of an indicator of that. "I knew you were into bouquets." He winked as he looked back down at the one he was currently working on for a customer. "Glad to know you're thinking about giving me a nice send off. You're so caring."

Insufferable, unbearable, every variation of the same meaning slipped through Tripp's mind whenever he found himself within Emir's space. The natural distrust of the vampire ran deep within the lycan. Had him damn near salivating at the mere thought of sinking his teeth into the other. One bite, that would be all that was necessary to bring the vampire down. To send him to his knees and then permanently into a grave. Yet --- he held himself back. Talked himself out of what he could easily do. Perhaps it was because Emir was a senator. Or perhaps because Tripp was meant to play nice while they were in Rome. "No, you misunderstood," he stated, as the thought of crushing the bouquet before the other slipped through his mind. Would it piss off the vampire? It was about time the tables were turned. "The flowers would be for me. For a job well done."

#interaction.#emir.

Time: When things have cooled down Location: Ivy Coven HQ, but wherever the lycan hang out Characters: @trippxblais & @ivysmazikeen Notes: demon auntie

The magical drugs in the demon's system made her pay a lot more attention to her senses, an unfortunate side effect when it came to walking into certain rooms. The Ivy wolves were family and some more than others tended to be very refined. But others liked to take after their more wild roots and so Maz handed the perfume spray sample to the one who walked her in.

"Ah, there he is, thank you!" Maz had clearly been looking for Tripp as she walked past the other lycan who'd walked her in and smiled directly over at her nephew, waving. Old as the former Ivy Coven witch was, she figured she could technically call each and every one of these witches and lycans of the Ivy some sort of niece or nephew seperated by hundreds of years of generations. While she held some affection for each and every one of them, she held a particular soft spot for the extra troublesome ones. She loved Tripp's feral nature. "Tripp, darling, are you busy tomorrow?"

It had become rare to see the lycan within the Ivy building, given how he preferred the outdoors that much more. If it were not for the workout room that had been custom fitted for his species, he may have not been in there at all. Unless Virgil had come calling. Within that particular room is where Maz had found him, releasing all that which had built up over the last few days. Or perhaps years, given how that is how he seemed to feel. The familiar sound of her voice drew him from his concentration, had him setting down the equipment as he turned to face her. There likely wasn't a thing that Tripp wouldn't do for his family, and given how Maz seemed to favor his more feral antics, the request was bound to be intriguing. "Depends on what you're about to ask of me."

#interaction.#mazikeen.

closed starter for @trippxblais location: thistle house note: daddyshome.mp3

"Well, look what the cat dragged in. Here to visit little old me? I know you didn't come to pick up a bouquet." Or maybe Tripp was actually here to pick up some damn flowers. Emir would have preferred anything else, but he would be annoying the lycan either way. It was his favorite thing to do that wasn't floral or artistic in nature. Actually, his list of hobbies kind of had an order. There was floral arrangements first. Then came art. Bother Tripp came in third, but it really depended on the day because it could easily be bumped up to a one. Anyway, after that came everything else so he at least had something entertaining to do right now while at work. Not that he didn't find this whole floral thing fun, but maybe he'd get railed over the counter. Who knew?

Why had Tripp come to this place? There was no reason for him to be there. He didn't need flowers, unlike seemingly so many others within the city. He hadn't exactly known any of the six, probably wouldn't have trusted most of them. But he despised any notion that he had come to this place solely because of the vampire that was now grinning at him like he belonged in a looney bin. For a moment, the lycan debated on ignoring the other, on meandering around the shop before he simply left. He knew how much Emir loved to piss him off, so maybe he wouldn't even give him the satisfaction. Then again, Tripp was a damn fool. "A bouquet is exactly what I came for," he mused, as he drew closer to the insufferable vampire. "What's your favorite? It'll be good to know when I finally rip your damn head off."

#interaction.#emir.

Emir had a very specific way of fighting that worked best for him. He was a vampire which meant his healing was pretty damn fast. It worked for him when he got hit over and over again. Eventually, the other person got tired enough for him to get the advantage. He had a feeling the same was not going to apply in this situation, but he'd give it a go anyway. Plus, Tripp's anger was pretty damn hot. This one specific lycan would be worth the time for now. Until he was gone and he would find someone else in the future to bother incessantly. "I'm sure you'd love to see me swallow my words...or something." The lycan's hand tightened around his throat and the smile on his face only widened right before he was punched in the face. Oh, that felt...well, it wasn't supposed to feel good, but it sure as hell did anyway. His hands settled on his knees as he doubled over slightly. Then he held a hand up. "One second." He used the other hand to put his nose back in place before standing up again. "Okay, let's go again," he said as he bounced on his feet. To be honest, he had no intention of swinging right now, but he'd give the impression that he did.

A hand around his throat, a feral lycan breathing in his face, and still Emir taunted. The punch had been well deserved, and the resounding crack when the vampire's nose broke from its placement invigorated Tripp that much more. Oh, he could certainly do this all night. Eventually, he would grow tired, but then the prospect of another hunt would liven him up. Who needed coffee when the call of spilled blood was in the air? A keen gaze watched the vampire set his nose, followed him as he rose once more, eager for the next hit. There was a hungry look in his eyes as he advanced upon the other, as fists rose before him with the intent of another punch. Yet, that was not what Tripp had planned. No, he moved as if he were going to punch the vampire, before he changed course. His body spun instead, his back to the other for a brief moment, as his leg swung to knock Emir's directly out from under him. Fighting was one thing, but toying with an enemy was entirely different. "If you're going to make this easy for me, then maybe I'll have to find someone else. Someone that can actually put up a fight."

#interaction.#emir.#e. the end.

It looked like there was quite a lot going through the lycan's head. Actually, that thought was pretty funny considering he had the idea that nothing ever went on in Tripp's head at all. The man was always incensed about something. Of course that made Emir's job that much easier. All it ever took was a few words from him and the lycan was immediately ready to tear his head off. Obviously that worked for him considering he didn't ever mind getting manhandled sometimes. It could take a single bite for the man in front of him to kill him and yet here he was always antagonizing him. Actually, it was pretty fucking exciting. Even more now that Tripp's hand was around his throat. Now that was more like it. "Yeah, man, that's exactly what I've been saying." They were in somewhat of a more private area now, but he was more interested in what the other could do with his fists right now. Maybe the other stuff would come later.

Wrath was the deadly sin that seemed to control the lycan. It seemed to be the only sin, and perhaps none of the virtues, that held him within their grasp. Were it not for his family that fought alongside him, he may have chosen instead to hunt down the wolves that howled within the night. To tear through them, and alleviate the itch that slipped along his skin. As it were, Tripp could not track them down, and he could not scratch that need within him. Yet here was Emir, offering himself up on a silver platter to coax out that want to devastate something. And who was Tripp to turn down such a tantalizing offer. "I can't wait to watch you regret those words," he stated, all while he pushed the other further from view, hand still curled tightly around his throat. He couldn't shift, not with so many others around, and not unless he truly wanted to bite the vampire. Though, perhaps he did. It would be quite the turn of events, and how he'd love to watch the fear grow within Emir's eyes. But he couldn't risk it, not when there was still so much for him to do. So, he settled for slamming his fist into the vampire's nose, right before he released his hold around his neck to let him fall back. "Come on, then. Let's see if you live up to all that talk."

#interaction.#emir.#e. the end.

The fingers that held his jaw gripped tighter and that only caused him to move even closer. Again, he lived to incense the other to no end. Just because they were in the middle of a war made no difference to him. Smile still gracing his features, a laugh left his mouth. "Oh, I'm sure someone would notice," he stated as best as he could through the grip that was keeping his mouth damn near shut. Well, that certainly wasn't very nice of Tripp at all. Then again, neither of them were particularly nice and he sure as hell didn't expect the lycan to be nice to him. He actually much preferred it when the other was just downright disrespectful to him. Rhia would probably drag him for filth because of it, but he liked what he liked. And he did very much like a mean lycan that would manhandle him once in a while. "I think everyone is turning in for the night. You should, too," he stated with a wink as he leaned in closer. "Maybe I'll keep you company later." Then he moved the other man's hand off of his jaw quickly and stepped back. "Then again, I'm sure you're busy training." A brow rose. "Wanna give me a go?"

There was something wrong with this vampire. Who continued to antagonize and taunt the very creature that could be his undoing. One shift, one bite from Tripp and the vampire would suffer the consequences of his annoyance. Then again, that meant there was something wrong with the lycan. Who continued to keep playing into Emir's taunts and provocations. Even now, with Tripp's hand gripping so tightly to his jaw, Emir continued on his merry way towards those fatal consequences. There was a war brewing just beyond them, how easy it would be to toss the vampire into the fray. To watch him attempt to defend himself against all those creatures that sought blood. And just when he talked himself out of such a thing, Emir had the idiotic idea to speak again. A taunt, a proposition, it was always the same from the vampire. Then again, he couldn't expect anything more from him. Nor would he have wanted anything more. Tripp had made it perfectly clear what he wanted from Emir, and it was not the words that came out of his mouth. His hand was removed from the other's jaw, and he let it hang back by his side while he considered once more the proposition that was so boldly made.

That moment of consideration transformed to the lycan taking stock of who or what was around them. The fighting had ceased for now, and though creatures still crawled towards the base camp, no further moves would be made. Which meant that Tripp could indeed turn in for the night. But that hardly resolved the incessant rage that simmered within him. He had been raised to fight, to track down supernatural and devour them. He could hardly do that from within the base camp. Yet, Emir was right there, with the taunt still lingering within the air. As Tripp stepped forward now, his hand reached up to curl fingers against the expanse of Emir's pretty fucking throat. The vampire didn't need to breath, but it was an effective way of handling him all the same. "Is that what you want to do?" He sneered into the other's face, all while he pushed him back. Away from those that continued to amble around the camp, and those that he did not wish to see. "Go a couple rounds with me?"

#interaction.#emir.#e. the end.

Well, that was all he had wanted. The irritation that usually appeared on Tripp's face was enough to fuel Emir for days on end. Of course, he knew that the lycan was thinking about other things entirely, but it certainly didn't concern the Juno vampire so he didn't much care about it. His job as a marshal was always to look out for vampires. He guessed other people were of importance, too. Sometimes. Honestly, he didn't really care what happened to others as long as they didn't bother any of the Juno vampires and, by extension, the other three variants. That never stopped him from testing Tripp's patience though. "So they say." The words came out of his mouth just as the lycan's fingers gripped his jaw. Of course Emir couldn't help the smile that appeared on his face. Even with the threat of death, he would annoy this man incessantly. "Kinky, but...I'll pass on that. I like my head where it is." He still didn't make a move to get Tripp's hand off of his jaw though. Curiosity won every single time.

Emir was... insufferable, to say the least. It was as if the vampire begged to be the outlet to the anger that ignited within the lycan. As if it was all that the vampire wanted. And if that's what he wanted, who was Tripp to deny it. His fingers pressed more roughly into Emir's jaw, the knowledge that he could keep adding more pressure until the bone broke at the forefront of his thoughts. Even that annoying smile urged him on. However, he held himself back, for now. Instead, his gaze shifted past the vampire, towards where others had gathered for the night. "Not a single person has noticed, and I doubt any of them would," he stated, as if the denial from the other had gone completely ignored. In truth, he may have been more keen to take Emir up on his offer. To put the vampire on his knees, and fuck the smirk right off his lips. But a small voice in his head said that might not be the wisest decision while his cousin was trapped elsewhere, and the rest of his family were likely worried sick.

#interaction.#emir.#e. the end.

Emir was tired of all of this already. As much as he had trained for stuff like this with Rhia, he still didn't want to be involved in all of this. Couldn't he just stand around and be pretty sometimes? Whatever though. He was still alive and he was still going to annoy Tripp as much as possible. The lycan was certainly someone he shouldn't have been involved with at all based on the simple fact that he was a lycan and Emir was a vampire, but here they were. He didn't mind getting manhandled once in a while. Nothing was ever more attractive to him than seeing Tripp angry though. Like right now. He was sure it had to do with the other's cousin being MIA, but the anger was directed towards him so he would take what he could get. "I think you are actually. Imagine how bored you would be if I wasn't here to keep you company." He blew the lycan a kiss. "Want a good luck blowjob? I'll pretend you're not infuriating while I do it."

There had always been some unspoken rule, that denounced any sort of relationship between vampire and lycan. Especially when the bite from one could kill the other. It had always been a tempting thought, especially in moments like this. When Emir spoke for the simple act of irritating Tripp to no end. His mind was a jumbled mess, from worrying over the safety of Eoin, to wanting to shift and tear through whatever happened to cross his path. "They're saying that Death has taken a break," he spoke as he stepped forward, as he eliminated that bit of space that separated one from the other. Once close enough, his hand lifted to press fingers so roughly along Emir's jaw. Perhaps he did enjoy certain qualities about the vampire. "So maybe I'll tear your head off instead. Wait to see what happens. Then maybe I'll do it all over again." His hand forced Emir's head to tilt, "How does that sound instead?"

#interaction.#emir.#e. the end.

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