[ P ] Try Me

Gwydion Kinnaird

As the seasons changed, so too did Gwydion. He was older now, about a year and a half, and with that his desires had changed. He'd gone from playful troublemaker to a serious young adult, he thought, as he walked along the beaches of Aberdeen.

So why did he still feel so out of place?

Among his family, he was the odd one out. Orlaith was struggling too, but it just wasn't the same and besides... she had mother to follow after. Arran had found his path and his parents, well his father, couldn't be more proud. Meanwhile, Gwydion just kept delving further and further into the muck. At least with that, he now had ideas. Plans. He thought it would be cool to join the Theive's Guild, he just didn't know how to go about doing it. Oh, he could hear his parents already, talking in his ears like this wasn't for him. What did they know? Pah! Parents were so annoying.

He was nearly grown and he didn't need them anymore. He didn't need anyone!

Gwydion huffed lightly before turning his head away from the pristine water towards the figure of a stranger that was approaching. He'd smelled them on the wind before he'd spotted them but when he did he whistled in appreciation. "Hey cutie!" he said, a dorky smile plastered on his youthful face as he looked at his new potential companion for this 'glorious' day.

@Onyxia

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It was suppose to be a day of peace, but she hadn't caught his scent downwind from her unfortunately. If she had she would of made a point to leave, giving him the company of only his breathing, but alas....
Hey cutie!

The hairs on the back of her nape stood erect as smoldering hues searched his face for something, anything, to make the desire to bite him recede into the back of her mind. There was nothing though. Nothing about that doofy face or irritating voice made it any easier to choke back her words.

"Are you a year old?" She barked back, "that's not how you speak to a woman." Yes she was a woman, freshly two years and demanding way more respect then what the half whit was giving. "What do you want?" Eyes squinted at him, but then she really thought about her question, "matter of fact don't answer that..." she had a feeling it was too late, however. A heavy sigh fell from her lips as she grew quiet. She could just leave now, but she didn't really want him knowing in what direction she was headed. How was it she had an entire day planned for herself, a peaceful one at that and within two minutes she bumped into him?

@Essie

Gwydion Kinnaird

It would seem the woman was immediately put off by him, but that didn't cause the smile to wane from his face. Oh, no... if anything he would only be more persistent... at least until he grew bored. "Are you a year old?" she barked at him. Gwydion laughed, "almost two, beautiful." She was a dark coloration, one he found quite interesting, and so he did not keep his flirtations in check. "That's not how you speak to a woman," she said. Then, she asked him what he wanted... but decided better of that.

Gwydion came closer, his ears back slightly and a wide grin upon his face. "You, baby." he almost teased. His tail wagged behind him and then he let out another laugh. "How do you speak to a woman, then? Enlighten me." It was clear this girl was not one who liked to be wooed (by a stranger) so what was it she did like? He was curious enough to ask, but would she be patient enough to answer?

@Onyxia

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Lips curled with distaste at his answer. Almost two? He sure didn't act like it, and even if that was true she didn't quite care. His age did not match his lack of maturity, so she was still unimpressed. Instead of responding, however, she squinted back at him, the disinterest lay plastered against her features. It wasn't until he stepped forward that she felt truly uncomfortable. He was too close for comfort, her bubble popped, causing her to take a step back while her ears folded flat against her skull. Her lip peeled over ivory fangs, as a subtle growl bubbled in the pit of her throat.

You baby.

"Disgusting!" She spat back, her banner waved behind her angrily. She knew he was amused, she could tell, but she could not hide the fact that he made her skin crawl. He had no manners, no sense of personal space. He was too bold and not to her taste at all.

"Not like that," she warned, "take another step and you'll have to learn to walk with a limp." A heavy huff escaped her, bright orbs fixated on him as the fire burned deep in her belly.


@Essie

Gwydion Kinnaird

She was really not enjoying his company and the thought only served to amuse the young man further. He wanted to pick and prod at her until she'd had enough, just because she was so easy to pick on! Wolves who were so quick-tempered were quite interesting to Gwydion -- in the way that he was eager to push their buttons just to see what he could and couldn't get away with. "Disgusting!" she spat at him, tail waving high and proud in the air. Gwydion would match her stance and raise a brow cockily. "Not like that, take another step and you'll have to learn to walk with a limp." she warned. "Oh, please." he said, rolling his eyes.

"Are you always this dramatic?" he asked as he cocked his head to the side in question. Gwydion gleefully took a few steps towards her, picking up a paw as if he were already limping. "What are you gonna do to me, huh?!" he dared. "Bite me for saying hello!?"

@Onyxia

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He tested her further, making fun of her discomfort and mocking her further. Dramatic? His words cut her like a knife, the cold touch of the blade sliding up her spine and kissing her ear. She could feel the rage within her build, the fire that flickered in her belly ignited when he took yet another step forward, daring her to act upon her word. Did she not look or sound serious? Did he enjoy tempting fate? Or perhaps he enjoyed a good fight. Onyxia was not one to back down from a challenge.

And so it would be what it was meant to be.

Her burning gaze flicked to his face, and without a word ivory fangs would lash out, daring, yearning to taste the flesh of his cheek against them. With the lash of her bite, she too would step forward, quickly closing the gap between them just in case he was faster than she anticipated.

He wanted her so badly, but he did not ask for a specific version.

@Essie

Gwydion Kinnaird

Gwydion had really, truly thought she was just being dramatic so when she snarled and lunged for him he was completely caught off guard. A yelp escaped him as he jerked his head back, only narrowly missing being bitten in the face, just to have her fangs sink deep into his shoulder. Without hesitation, his tail tucked and his ears folded as his lips curled into a snarl and he tried to weasel away from her. A pained cry escaped him as he felt his flesh tear between her strong grip. She had really bit him!

As he squirmed away from her, he lowered his head and continued baring his teeth defensively. He raised his paw, this time because his leg really did hurt, and he limped backwards. "What the hell?! You... you bitch!" he snapped at her, having never used a curse word in his life the word felt clumsy and weird on his tongue but he didn't take it back, oh no, she deserved it! Tears edged the corners of his eyes but he tried his best to hold them back. He'd never expected to be actually bitten, but more so he didn't expect it to hurt this much.

@Onyxia

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Everything happened so quickly. From the minute he stepped up to her until she felt her fangs touch flesh, it was almost hard to keep up. She couldn’t see the world around her, blinded by the rage that she felt welled up inside of her. The ignorance of this boy who just kept pushing her buttons and pressing himself into her safe space. It wasn’t until his yelp, his venomous cry out against her that her world faded back into normalcy. ”Wh—? How dare—!” Her voice fell short as her gaze scanned him, he wore a different demeanor now, one that held onto anger, confusion and fear perhaps?

Was she sorry? No. Did she feel bad? Kinda, she didn’t want to upset him she just wanted peace and all he wanted to do was press on. ”You asked for it!” She snapped back, ”and now you want to sit here and play victim? You know what? You…you!” She huffed a heavy breath of air, ”you’re acting like a little bitch!” Brows furrowed, the word was also weird on her tongue, but she was not a stranger to having the tongue of a dirty sailor.

She pulled her gaze away from him, backing away to give herself space once more and it was a short period of peace she felt once more. All her life she disliked having others invade her space, and he had been so willing—so bold to pop the bubble that separated them. And now?

Now he wanted to complain about it. Truly she wasn’t sure she could be mad, he was confusing and that alone was frustrating.


@Essie

Gwydion Kinnaird

She seemed surprised by his reaction and that only made him angrier. What the hell was he supposed to do after getting bit? Jump for joy?! The young man scoffed at her as she blabbered. "I didn't ask for you to BITE me!" he snapped back. "I am the damn victim, look what you did to me!" he said, waving his injured paw and then wincing at the pain that shot through his shoulder. If that wasn't bad enough, she called him a bitch as she backed away to presumably put some more space between them. "I can't be a bitch. That's just you," he sneered back, tossing his head in the air and then turning partially away from her.

He kept his eye on her but he was in no mood to stay and see what other crazy things she would do. "I'm outta here, you're freaking crazy." he said. With that he not so speedily limped off.


[ exit gwydion ]

@Onyxia

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Infection

A young man brushes roughly past you, coughing aggressively. Some of the spittle bathes your face when he turns to ask you for directions to the nearest doctor.


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