[ P ] Murder Melody

Ransom Cyprus

“I’d make a poor excuse for a King,” he mused, his purple gaze watching the white male as he seemed to find it favorable to roll about in the sand. “For example, I don’t much care for the sea. Maybe you should be the King of the high sea. I’ll simply admire you from afar.” Ransom didn’t know how honest he felt about that, but the words felt right to say in the moment. He didn’t have time to examine his thoughts, though. The heavens opened up suddenly, causing a sudden down-pouring of rain to fall from the clouds above. Ransom’s ears tilted back, his face betraying offense as the water soaked his coat. “Now you’ve done it - all your rolling around might as well have been a rain dance. You summoned this rain yourself,” he accused, though his words remained playful.

When Satchel headed off toward a nearby cave, Ransom nearly turned on heel to follow him, but he regarded his gift once more. He didn’t know what possessed him to do so, but the man dropped his skull to pick the sea creature up gently with his canines. With it secure in his grip, he turned to follow the male toward the cave. The sooner they arrived the better. Ransom wasn’t keen on getting soaked tonight, but at least the sudden down-pour gave them a reason to get cozier once sheltered. Unless, of course, the white brute was pulling away from a night of passion? The thought crossed his mind briefly, prompting Ransom to regard his companion’s side profile as they made their way toward the cave.

Surely not.

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"You prey on people like a spider waiting for a fly."

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@Satchel

TABLE CODE © RASTA 2020 style="color:#FF5F15;">"Speech!" Well, now what he supposed to do? This was perhaps a more sweet dream, then he dare hope for. Trotting along, it was only about a few kilometers, until he found their sanctuary. It was a cave grown from the salt of the Earth. Sniffing s few seconds around the edges, he nodded once before embarking within. A small smile upon his heart, odd but nice. He couldn't remember the last time it might have been this fucking good. He lingered at the entrance, catching a glimpse of that beautiful monotone coat. Been a long time coming, since he dare invite another into such approximity. It was nice here however, sand and salt alike. "Please, come in." invited enough, that he stretched out cat like before he glanced upward. A faint glow, stalagmites slightly reaching towards the heavens. It was almost a beautiful, Green Glow, casting a wave upon everything. He dug out an area that mostly established, dirt and everything. Pausing for a moment, to admire the beauty of it all. A sparkle in his molten gaze, as once again shifted his attention. "There's so many ways to get lost in here." not known for shyness however he simply continue to explore the cave a whimsical glance back, but everything he might want to know. He hadn't noticed the stAr fish until it was right there with them. A soft blush, and he wagged his tail once. Such displays of endeavors are rare, but he showed appreciation. A glance once again above towards the ceiling. How could this feel so Right yet he felt so wrong. For whatever it was worth he was willing to see it through. As much as he might not be used to this, a slow feeling of dare ran throughout. A careful observation, unable to establish his exact emotions. So instead, he decided just to go with the flow. A rather you electronic beat in his heart, he climbed up a couple of the closest mountain dirt shoveling along. An explorer at heart, no truth left to be told. That lovely starfish burning bright. Why was he suddenly so nervous?

Ransom Cyprus

Ransom stood at the cave’s mouth for a moment or two longer, even after Satchel invited him inside. His lavender eyes took in the other-worldly green glow the stalagmites gave off. The stalagmites bathed Satchel in green, causing his features to become more pronounced in the otherwise dark cave. It was intriguing. The brute of monotone colors didn’t find himself in this position often. If he found someone worthy of his time for a night, they were usually already tangled together after exchanging nothing but wanton panting. This, though? He had to say this was the first time he’d ever found himself caught with a starfish in his mouth.

He strode forward, his limbs carrying his regal form forward toward the wall. He paused, letting the starfish lay against the stone nearest to him in a place he would see it before he left. “It appears that way,” he agreed, his electric purple gaze following Satchel as he climbed one mountain of dirt nearby. What was he doing? Ransom tilted his head curiously, his paws carrying him forward to climb the softened side of the dirt hill to join Satchel near the top. He could practically smell the nervousness rolling off him in waves. Did he ordinarily act like this?

Well, Ransom wasn’t a mind-reader. He’d have to ask to find out, won’t he? “You seem nervous. Or do you normally radiate crack addict energy?” Ransom glanced toward the dirt clumps Satchel shoved out of the way, his eyes falling to his own paws as contemplation crossed his features. No, he would not participate in the sudden digging. Instead, Ransom’s haunches curled beneath him, his body coming to a restful sit. Watching Satchel move around like this made him feel exhausted.

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"You prey on people like a spider waiting for a fly."

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@Satchel

*WIP*

TABLE CODE © RASTA 2020 style="color:#FF5F15;">"Speech!" Poetry was his greatest downfall. A sudden vulnerability, he swallowed a moment. A self conscious sort of way, moving ever slightly more. He paused just gently upon everything, a tumultuous stare cast upon everything. If only he could be so poetic. He wasn't sure exactly how he supposed to feel. A blank expression cast upon the wind. There was nothing new to this. A crocodile and all it's a fucking form. A slight shift in his membrane, and that was all. It was fair, for the other to describe him that way. He did have crackhead energy at times. However, now he attempted to be no player. And so he attempted to settle down, molten Orange view cast look upon everything. "Apologize for a indiscretion." as she still down h offered a small tail wag, the best he could offer considering the circumstances. Too bad, he was an introvert. How long has it been since he reach out to somebody. Feeling a sense of nostalgia, he crept playfully towards the object of his desire. A small wave of his tail, the rest was up to them. He almost dare to cast, a Molten sense of indifference. However he had no desire to chase the other way and he supposed this was it. A slight inhale, and then he rolled over onto his back and rolled his tail from side to side. A particular inviting moment. Once again those hunting depths refusing to give up. "Ransom," it felt rather pleasure on his tongue. He remained on his back, a slow sweep of everything. Perhaps it's with the best he could get to flirting, a slow glance up at the ceiling. And that was all .

zzz

Ransom Cyprus

Ransom had been about to tell Satchel there wasn’t anything to apologize for when the man of ivory rolled onto his back. The man’s interest was easily piqued at the sudden exposure Satchel was offering. The male clad in shadows turned more fully toward him, his electric purple eyes roaming over the soft underbelly on display for him. He prowled forward, his shoulder blades moving steadily beneath the cloak of shadows he wore daily. The brute drew as close as he dared before pausing near his side, his head canting just so to look down into those fiery depths.

“Satchel,” he returned, his head tilting just a little to the side before he dipped his head to press his nose into Satchel’s chest fur momentarily. He inhaled deeply, those electric purple depths fluttering shut as he inhaled a lungful of the man’s musk. How could Ransom resist? “Is there something you wanted from me?” He whispered, his voice growing a little softer as he drew his head further back to meet those pools of molten gold once again.

Maybe, just maybe…

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"You prey on people like a spider waiting for a fly."

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@Satchel