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Nikola's heart quickened with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. Seeing the other approach, he couldn't help but feel like a cornered animal, his fear palpable. However, as Emerson spoke, her voice carrying the soothing tone of reassurance, Nikola's tension began to ease. He nodded, acknowledging her presence, grateful for the unexpected gesture of concern amidst the chaos of the castle. "I'm not used to being human for a prolonged time... and if I'm to be... frank... this only complicates that situation." He muttered, folding his arms across his now foreign chest. "I'm me but I'm not me. And this whole situation is irksome."

Emerson was a bit annoyed with all the spells. Sure there were a few he didn't mind. Some he loved even. But the honest one was a pain in his ass. Especially in the form of a woman. Why did they have to be a combo? So here Emerson was. A woman again. But this time around with spells she decided to see what those stuck in the castle were going through. Emerson didn't often do it, but she knew how hard this spring was with the spells.

It was on this exploration that she spotted someone who looked like a scared panda. Fear was readable on her face. "Relax. I'm not here for anything. Just wanted to check on you. I take it this is new for you?"

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"Good, keep it that way." Nikola muttered a lot more bitingly than the shifter meant as she- he regarded Kaden. Brows furrowed as a sigh escaped bowed lips, fingers dragging through the messy brown tendrils. "Indeed, confusion seems to be a rather familiar companion lately. But it's comforting to know that this enchantment is but a fleeting inconvenience." Nikola sighed and met Kaden's gaze with a nod of gratitude, eyes softening slightly as if trying to convey an apology. "I hope you're right," Nikola continued, his tone earnest. "In the meantime, I suppose I shall have to navigate this peculiar situation with as much grace as I can muster." He sighed, biting down on his lip lightly as he looked the other over. Dark eyes flicking over the other's form as a bright flush snaked along sloped cheeks. Nikola cleared his throat finally pulling his gaze away. "And you... are you unscathed by this ridiculousness?"

"Trust me, I wasn't goin' to say a thing," Kaden said as he looked the other slave over. Frankly he had no idea who this person was, whether they were male or female though he certainly knew this wasn't a woman. He'd been around for a few Spring Mischiefs to catch onto the spells that floated about this time of year. Fortunately he seemed to be unaffected by at the moment –– or at least any that he was aware of. "I reckon this must all be very confusin' for you, ain't it? I can assure you though that little spell you're under ain't permanent and you'll be back to yourself in a couple days."

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"I'm sorry for my reaction, Manny," Nikola began apologetically, eyebrows furrowing slightly with genuine regret. Her eyes, usually bright with curiosity, now held a hint of concern as she glanced at the other. "This... caught me off guard, and I didn't mean to sound dismissive." She shifted her weight uneasily, a gesture betraying her discomfort at the situation. "I can smell it's you, of course," she continued, her voice softening with understanding. "It's just… well, it's been a bit overwhelming."

Nikola's fingers, typically nimble and quick, fidgeted nervously with the fabric of her shirt as she spoke. Her usual composed demeanor seemed momentarily shaken by the unexpected turn of events. "The clothes are fine, thank you for asking," she added, her voice tinged with a hint of relief at the change of subject. "I wasn't prepared for this either." A faint smile graced Nikola's lips, though it was tinged with empathy as she observed Manny. "For what its worth, your feminine form suits you." Nikola reassured him, her tone gentle yet earnest. Biting her lip she looked down and away from the guard. "I honestly didn't think being stuck here could get any... worse. A miscalculation on my part it seems."

"I wasn't going to say anything," Manny replied, holding his hands up in a sign of peace. Seemed to be somewhat of a tradition there between himself and Nikola with their interactions. Then again, that also seemed to be the way it went with most of the slaves around here. He personally didn't seem at all bothered by the Rule 63 spell that flew around every time this year, more than used to it after the third go around. He absolutely identified as male despite his physical appearance currently and the only thing that kept him calm through it all was knowing it was all temporary. "Just came over to check in. Are those clothes okay? I, uh, wasn't prepared for..." He gestured vaguely at Nikola's form. Probably should've expected it. And then he realized. "It's Manny, in case you couldn't tell. I know I don't usually look like this."

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Nikola hovered awkwardly in the doorway, a hint of desperation in his eyes as he scanned Rhys's office. The chaos outside seemed to seep into his very bones, and he longed for a moment of respite from the whirlwind of magic. "Hi, could I..." he began, his voice a little more strained than usual, "I was wondering if I could hide out in here for a bit. Just until things calm down a bit. I promise I won't be in your way or anything. I just need a breather from all the madness out there."

Feeling a pang of uncertainty, Nikola glanced over his shoulder, the noises of participants echoing faintly through the doorway. Doubt crept into his mind, wondering if he was imposing too much on Rhys's generosity. He turned back to look at the older man, his expression hesitant, his shoulders tense as he leaned on the door jam. "If it's too much trouble, I can find somewhere else." He fidgeted with the edge of his sleeve, suddenly feeling like he was asking for more than he deserved.

The run-up to Spring Mischief was always a horrendously busy time for both Rhys and Seth. With the latter only recently returning from a brief stint in Hell, Rhys hadn’t wanted to put too much onto him and had stayed far beyond his office hours for the past week to ensure all the finishing touches were complete and the magic wands were fully functioning and fit for distribution before the arrival of the annual bout of chaos. 

Rhys kept an assortment of the various wands for the event on display in the corner of his office in preparation for the inevitable visits and otherwise turned a blind eye to it all, ensuring he was suitably adorned with a wealth of negation charms and measures to protect himself from suffering any side effects. In his opinion, he wasn’t paid enough to put up with any of that on top of everything else the job typically requested of him. His attention shifted as the knock against his office door tore him from his thoughts and Rhys straightened up a little in his seat, glancing towards the source with as personable a smile as he could muster. “Come in, door’s open. How can I help?”

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Today, it appeared luck had abandoned him entirely. Odd occurrences seemed to plague every corner he turned. Just as he began to regain his composure, another unexpected setback emerged. Walking cautiously through the halls, his confidence wavered upon encountering a peculiar figure ahead. His brow furrowed as he approached, puzzled by the man's attire. "I've already had one, but thank you," he murmured, his head tilted in confusion. "Why are you... dressed that way?"

Hm, there were so many patients here that needed help and Iah was going to be the one to give it to them. Walking through the halls in a very skimpy nurse's outfit, he spotted one person coming toward him and smiled. "Oh! It looks like it's time for your check up!"

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Nikola awoke in his frigid isolation cell, disoriented and tense. The clammy air clung to his fur as he struggled to piece together his fragmented memories. Time seemed irrelevant in this desolate corner of the Undercroft, where the only sounds were the distant echoes of footsteps and the hum of ventilation.

As the heavy door creaked open, Nikola's muscles tensed in anticipation. Memories of past altercations flickered in his mind, leaving him wary of the stern-faced guard who stood before him. Without questioning why he had reverted to his true form, Nikola sank into the couch, enveloped by the eerie atmosphere of his surroundings as he lay panting on the cushions.

As Nikola sat there, trying to piece together his fragmented thoughts, a strange sensation washed over him. It started as a subtle tingling, a sensation he couldn't quite place. Slowly, he became aware of the weight distribution on his body feeling different, his limbs feeling oddly proportioned. With a sense of growing unease, he lifted his leg and glanced down, only to be met with a sight that sent a shockwave of disbelief through him.

He was no longer in his familiar form. Instead of the bulky physique he had grown accustomed to, Nikola found himself looking at his now ball-less hindquarters. 'Fuck... fuck fuck...' Panic surged within him as he realized that he had woken up as a woman. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks, shattering any sliver of understanding he had of his situation.

Shifting back frantically, Nikola looked around the room, hoping for some semblance of an explanation, but all he found was the same cold, stone walls and the haunting echoes of the Undercroft. With trembling hands, he reached for the clothes laid out nearby, instinctively knowing they were meant for him, or rather, her now.

As Nikola struggled to process this bewildering turn of events, uncertainty gripped him like a vice. Sitting there in a state of disbelief, she couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped in a nightmare from which she couldn't wake up. The once-familiar surroundings now felt alien, and the weight of the unknown bore down on her with suffocating intensity. She was adrift in a sea of confusion, her sense of self thrown into disarray by this inexplicable transformation. And why did she feel so... emotional?

"Don't. Say. Anything."

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Rule #63

"Hilarious. I think you've taken this... a bit too far."

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Nikola's Magic Anon Event Card; Current magic anons Nikola has been hit with. This will be updated as more anons are received. Anon effects may also be stacked/mixed and matched per thread. ANONS LAST UPDATED: March 14th '24

Unlucky: Muse is plagued with some seriously bad luck. The effect lasts for 48 hours

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Say My Name: Say My Name: Muse will have a sudden orgasm every time someone says their name. The effect lasts for 48 hours.

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Kinky Boots - Pet Play (Dog): Muse is now dressed in a sexy costume and can’t remove it. This can be specified by the anon or chosen by the mun. The longer they are dressed that way the more they take on the persona of what they are dressed as. The effect lasts for 24 hours.

Outfit: He's just walking around with a leather harness, leather shorts, with his ears and tail out.

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Species Change - Omega Werewolf: Muse now has all the traits and abilities of a different species specified by the sender. Unspecified can be left up to the receiver to decide at random. The effect lasts for 48 hours.

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Role Reversal: Muse’s personality becomes the complete opposite of how they usually are. Hard-working becomes lazy, a kind person becomes mean, someone patient would be short-tempered, good becomes evil, and so on. The effect lasts for 48 hours.

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Rule #63: Muse has been physically transformed into the female version of themselves. The effect lasts for 72 hours. FC Lyndsy Fonseca

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Roleplay - Sexy Cop (female muse): Muse is now dressed in a sexy costume and can’t remove it. This can be specified by the anon or chosen by the mun. The longer they are dressed that way the more they take on the persona of what they are dressed as. The effect lasts for 24 hours. Outfit

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Body Mod - Pencil Dick: Muse has a specific physical trait changed, added, or removed by anon’s choice (eye color, height, scars, hair length or color, size, etc.). Anon can request anything as minor or as weird as they like. The effect lasts for 48 hours.

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Say My Name

"Right, brace yourself. Is now a good time to spill the beans that my birth name isn't actually... that? Got a bit of a surprise for ya, mate. It's one of those things, you know, been keeping it under wraps for a while now. So, there you have it. Let the revelation sink in a bit."

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Kinky Boots: Pet Play (Dog)

'Jokes… always jokes…'

With a low, annoyed growl Nikola shifted back into his human guise. Putting on a pair of boxer briefs and a shirt he sat down, contemplating his options. Did he even have options? Well, he did but none of them were... appropriate or non-violent. "Original... You've got to be having a laugh, mate."

"An' if I refuse?" He asked, looking at the leather harness with disdain.

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Please reblog this list of anons in order to participate in the event. For players with multiple characters, please only reblog these posts ONCE on your main character account and tag your other participating character accounts in the caption below in order to avoid spamming the dash with the reblogged M!A lists.

Remember to send out anons to other players participating too!

Rule #63: Muse has been physically transformed into the female version of themselves. The effect lasts for 72 hours.

Leather: Muse must wear a leash and collar, becoming extremely horny as a result. If another mun sends this off anon, the muse must be their character’s slave for the duration and do whatever they ask. The effect lasts for 48 hours.

Hate Fuck: Muse has this sudden and deep desire to fuck the person they hate the most or whoever anon specifies to be the target of the muse's newfound ire for them. Hey, passion is passion, whether it's loathing or loving. The effect lasts for 24 hours.

Role Reversal: Muse's personality becomes the complete opposite of how they usually are. Hard-working becomes lazy, a kind person becomes mean, someone patient would be short-tempered, good becomes evil, and so on. The effect lasts for 48 hours.

Roleplay: Muse is now dressed in a sexy costume and can’t remove it. This can be specified by the anon or chosen by the mun. The longer they are dressed that way the more they take on the persona of what they are dressed as. The effect lasts for 24 hours.

Take It Off: Muse takes off an article of clothing every time their name is said. They can’t put their clothing back on for one hour after removing it. The effect lasts for 24 hours. 

Unlucky: Muse is plagued with some seriously bad luck. The effect lasts for 48 hours. 

Weathervane Mood: Muse's emotions now dictate the weather around them. Feeling sad might cause dark clouds and a downpour, anger could create wild thunderstorms and winds, happiness would bring on sunny and warm days, etc. The effect lasts for 24 hours.

Say My Name: Muse will have a sudden orgasm every time someone says their name. The effect lasts for 48 hours. 

Honest Abe: Muse is unable to tell lies and will be forced to speak the truth with any question they’re asked. The effect lasts for 24 hours. 

Freaky Friday: Muse has swapped bodies with another character of anon’s choosing (both muns of the characters involved must agree to this FC swap before answering anon on the dash). The effect lasts for 48 hours.

Irresistible: There’s just something about the muse today. Anyone who comes across the muse will be unable to control themselves. No matter who they are or how they feel, they’ll be compelled to try to get some personal time with the muse. And it’s not for an interview. The effect lasts for 24 hours. 

Bound: Muse will be physically chained/handcuffed to [anon decides] and can't break free until the spell ends. The effect lasts for 48 hours.

Mask Off: Oh no! Does your muse have a human disguise hiding their true form? Not any more! Any disguise hiding a supernatural’s true form is now broken with no way for the character to restore it until the spell ends. The effect lasts for 72 hours. 

Bleeding Out: Anon specifies a sudden injury that can be anything from as minor as a paper cut to something more severe and life-threatening that manifests on the targeted muse's body. If anon doesn't specify an injury and the muse already possesses healed scars, those scars will rip open fresh as the day they were received. Muse will not die (even though they may feel like it) from these wounds and will heal back to normal once the spell ends. The effect lasts for 24 hours.

Body Mod: Muse has a specific physical trait changed, added, or removed by anon’s choice (eye color, height, scars, hair length or color, size, etc.). Anon can request anything as minor or as weird as they like. The effect lasts for 48 hours. 

Spring Fever: Muse, regardless of their species, has been afflicted with the stereotypical symptoms of the common cold –– sneezing, coughing, congestion, runny/stuffy nose, chills, headache, fever, etc. Muse can only recover once the spell ends. The effect lasts for 24 hours.

Kinky Boots: Muse is now dressed in some sort of fetishwear (crossdressing, bondage gear, chastity devices, body harnesses, anything leather or latex or other material, etc.) either at the anon’s specification or left to the mun’s choosing and can’t remove it. The longer they are dressed this way the more aroused they’ll feel. The effect lasts for 72 hours. 

Flesh: Muse is insatiably horny and sensitive as if their whole body has become an erogenous zone. They also crave rough sex (being thrown/throwing their partner against a wall, biting, scratching, etc.). May need repeated rounds until feeling satisfied. The effect lasts for 48 hours. 

It’s Not the Midas Touch: Everyone that the muse touches will have a sudden (terribly timed) orgasm. Oops? The effect lasts for 24 hours. 

Species Change: Muse now has all the traits and abilities of a different species specified by the sender. Unspecified can be left up to the receiver to decide at random. The effect lasts for 48 hours.

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Nikola's lips twitched slightly as Charlie spoke, his gaze shifting away momentarily before returning. He understood the delicate balance of trust and caution in their precarious situation. "Indeed," he replied in a measured tone, "vigilance is essential in these circumstances. Trust can be a double-edged sword." His voice held a hint of resignation, acknowledging the harsh reality he now faced. He listened as Charlie mentioned the varying conditions between the Undercroft and the master suites above. A flicker of discomfort passed through Nikola's eyes, but he remained composed. "Survival often means making compromises," he remarked cryptically, his thoughts drifting briefly to his own experiences.

Nikola understood the allure of comfort, but he also recognized the dangers that lurked beneath its surface. "Appearances can be deceiving," he murmured, a subtle warning underlying his words. He knew all too well the risks of complacency in this world. Charlie's observations about the dangers of trust and the varying quality of masters earned a silent nod from Nikola.

"Worked for the government, mostly. Not much to talk about." Nikola shifted uncomfortably, a subtle tension in his form as Charlie probed into his past. His eyes held a distant look, as if memories were locked away, and he preferred to keep them that way. "Nothing too exciting, just survival skills put to use." His words were chosen carefully, revealing little about the specifics of his past life.

Charlie's admission of being a "fucking hypocrite" drew a canine-like tilt of Nikola's head, acknowledging the shared struggle. He didn't offer much about his own experiences. "I'm not in a place to judge you myself," he remarked, a subtle suggestion that he had a similar habit. "Seems like you're wearing that fact like a badge of honor, am I right?" As Charlie's grin widened, hinting at mischief, Nikola maintained his composure. "Pissing off the wrong people is an occupational hazard," he replied cryptically, deflecting the question with a touch of dry humor. His gaze held a depth that hinted at a complex history. "It's not always about who you piss off," Nikola remarked with a steady gaze. "It's often about what you know."

"That's a good thing here, I think. People who trust too easily get mixed up with the shitter masters pretty quickly." As much as Charlie bitched about Raphael, he knew that things with his master had been pretty damn good and he wasn't the worst vampire around. Sure as hell beat being claimed by someone like Raiden who was just a bunch of walking red flags. "I can't really talk shit about any of the others clinging to comfort here, honestly. The masters suites are a hell of a lot more cushy and welcoming than this place." They couldn't make the Undercroft too comfortable, after all -- it wouldn't make unclaimed slaves eventually eager to be rented and inevitably claimed.

He shot Nikola a curious look as he listened, cocking his head. "Gather intel? What was it you did before they dragged your ass here? Sounds like it was pretty damn exciting, whatever it was." Sounded like spy shit, kind of, and being a shifter would sure as hell help with that kind of work.

"Much easier said than done. And I'm a fucking hypocrite, honestly." Charlie grinned, a little flash of mischief from the dragon as well. "I've never been able to keep my mouth shut and it's gotten worse ever since I was brought here. I've ended up in front of the different enforcers a few times through the years." The dragon considered Nikola and his grin widened. "Who did you go and piss off, then?"

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Richard Madden as Ashley Greenwick SIRENS 1.06

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Nikola leaned back, a thoughtful expression on his face as he processed Charlie's words. His piercing gaze focused on the details, absorbing the nuances of the conversation. With a wry smile, he responded, "Let's just say trust doesn't come easy for me. People in this place, they're like shadows – you never know when they'll turn on you. From what I gather most folks here are just trying to survive in their own twisted ways, clinging to whatever power or comfort they can grasp." His gaze drifted momentarily to the distant horizon, lost in thought before returning to Charlie. "Yeah, it does suck," he replied, his tone carrying a weight of agreement. "As for getting claimed… Well, I've managed to avoid that so far. Not sure if it's a stroke of luck or a curse in disguise."

He nodded at the mention of the Belgian Malinois, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "That's the one. Belgian Malinois. Smart, agile, and fiercely loyal. Blending in was a hell lot easier when you looked like a lean, mean dog instead of a towering man." He leaned forward, his gaze still fixed on some distant memory. "Used to prowl the streets in that form, gather intel, and slip away without anyone suspecting a thing. Those were the days. The world seemed simpler back then, or maybe I was just better at navigating it..."

Nikola chuckled, a low and gruff sound resonating through the air. "Ah, the classic 'lay low' advice. Easier said than done, isn't it? Sometimes the thrill of the moment outweighs the wisdom of keeping a low profile. I've been down that road a few times myself." A glint of mischief in his eyes. "I've had my fair share of 'laying low' attempts, and they usually end up being more trouble than they're worth."

"Some people like to act like there's some decent staff and masters here, but I think with almost all of 'em you've got to be a real piece of shit deep down if you choose to make this place your own. I think the only staff I've met here who is different is Cairo." And that was it, really. There were a few other staff that he'd messed around with in the past, but the dragon didn't really trust any of them like he did the witch. That would possibly come back to bite him in the ass later on, but he'd worry about that when and if it happened. "It sucks, doesn't it?" He asked with a small grin. The first time he'd been in the castle and his stuff had been taken from him, Charlie had almost lost his shit -- dragons were known to be possessive over their belongings, after all -- but it hadn't bothered him that much this time around. Possibly because he hadn't had much on him to begin with. "Maybe if you end up getting claimed by someone, you could convince them to somehow get your coat back. Some of 'em probably wouldn't mind if you offer them something back."

He slipped his hands behind his head as he listened to Nikola talk, cocking his head slightly. "Belgian Malinois...those are the dogs that kind of look like german shepherds, right? Just sorta built leaner?" Charlie was pretty sure those had been in one of the movies he'd watched a long time ago, but he'd never been very good at knowing dog species. "Not that far, unfortunately. The guys who got me out had told me to lay low while they tried to get me out of the country, but...uh...clearly I'm not very good at listening."

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Nikola felt the sharp pain of the councilman's bite pierce through his skin, an unexpected and violent intrusion that left him momentarily breathless. The metallic taste of blood filled his nose as fangs sank into his neck, and the world around him seemed to blur for a moment. His body tensed, muscles constricting in response to the pain, but he refused to give the other the satisfaction of hearing him cry out. He could feel the warmth of his own blood escaping from the wounds, a stark reminder of his own morality.

As the blood drained from him, Nikola's vision became hazy, and a wave of dizziness washed over him. The hall spun, and he struggled to maintain his composure. It was a violation on multiple levels – physical, personal, and emotional. Despite the weakness creeping through his limbs, Nikola clung to his pride. His jaw tightened, resisting the urge to show any sign of vulnerability. When the master finally released him, Nikola stumbled backward, his hand instinctively reaching for the bite marks on his neck before crumpling to the floor. He understood the words, though the heavy accent made it a bit challenging to catch every nuance in his current state. Still, he got the message loud and clear. His body aching from the impact with the wall and the force of Quin's bite. He struggled to push himself up from the floor, his vision blurred and head spinning from the blood loss.

Managing to get himself into a sitting position, Nikola touched his hand to his neck, a scowl etched on his face. Despite the pain and humiliation, a spark remained in his eyes. He felt a mix of humiliation and frustration, the taste of blood still lingering in his mouth. The threat of being turned over to the enforcer hung in the air, and he knew it was not an idle one. "I get it," he managed to rasp out, his voice hoarse. "I messed up. Won't happen again." Despite the pain and weakness, a spark of anger flickered within him. He wiped blood from his mouth, attempting to regain some composure. "Look, I was just trying to catch a breath and find a restroom. I'm not here to cause trouble, and I certainly didn't invite you into my personal space." He muttered, his accent pouring on thickly between labored breathes, gestured weakly to his surroundings, "I got lost." Switching to French, Nikola continued, "Si tu m'avais laissé tranquille, on n'aurait pas eu de problème," he said, his words carrying a subtle mix of frustration and exhaustion.

Translation: (If you had left me alone, we wouldn't have had a problem. I don't appreciate my space being invaded without reason. It's not complicated.)

Having to make his point a second time was an insult. If the dog went for three, Quin might just kill him. It would be a mercy since he'd be quick about it. He couldn't stand stupidity in his subordinates. You could fix most things, but stupid, mean, and ugly were bred in the bone. The other two he could handle. Stupid, less so. Since they'd switched to French, he fired off a rapid soldiers-French series of profanities with a heavy Navarran accent. Hauling the dog back into the castle, Quin threw him against a wall and bit him out of sheer irritation. Normally when he fed on someone, he was polite about it and made sure it felt nice and they were expecting it, had even consented. But the stupid shifted needed hard lessons, so that's what he'd provide.

He drank until the dog would start to feel dizzy and weak and then dropped him. Crossing away to the window, Quin sat on the sill to remove the slight drops of blood that were in the corners of his mouth and waited to see what the shifter would do. "I should take you to the enforcer and let them tune you up and put you in an isolation cell for a while to think about your choices. The only reason I haven't yet is because I'm getting soft and sentimental in my old age. If I catch you wandering the halls again where you're not supposed to be, I may actually lose my temper." He rarely spoke French, but he was too annoyed to speak in English, and maybe the stupidity was just a language barrier.

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Nikola's gaze held a steady intensity, his piercing eyes meeting Quin's. "Wishful thinking, perhaps," He replied calmly, a subtle amusement coloring his voice. As the years bore on the semblance of obedience became a deliberate choice, a tactical approach to navigate the expectations of those in authority without forfeiting the independence that coursed through his veins. Within the walls of Krovs, Nikola harbored an unmistakable air of indifference. Having stared death in the eyes on multiple occasions, his indifference wasn't born out of apathy, but rather a calculated response to the ever-present specter of danger. It wasn't a detachment from the gravity of the situation; rather, it was a manifestation of his ability to confront the looming threat without succumbing to fear.

In Nikola's contemplation, he recognized that the Moroi chosen to leave him be, the confrontation might not have unfolded as it did. The intrusion had sparked a defensive reaction, a primal response triggered by the invasion of personal space. In which, Quin's evident frustrations stirred the shepherd on. The bite, both literal and metaphorical, was a calculated move, an assertion of autonomy. His gaze remained impassive with Quin's blood smeared across his lips, his body going limp as the collar choked him out again, eyes challenging the councilman as he was maneuvered to the window's edge. The heat from the display of power prickling his skin. The wind tousled his hair as he dangled, the precariousness of the situation reflected in the cold determination of his eyes. The collar served as both a restraint and a lifeline, a thin boundary between him and the abyss below.

The threat hung in the air, a manifestation of the older man's irritation and a display of control. Nikola listened in silence, his expression betraying none of the emotions that might have stirred within him. Instead, the shifter smirked as if to say, 'Is that all you've got?' before he was dropped. The sensation of being released and caught, the abrupt shift between danger and reprieve, did little to elicit a visible reaction from Nikola. A small shift in his heart rate and a barely audible "fucker". The threat of neutering or worse hung in the air, but Nikola, despite the precarious position, seemed to regard it with a detached acknowledgment, as if he had faced such possibilities before. He was more focused on trying to lessen the impact if the master dropped him. "D'accord." He huffed, making it clear that the threats were acknowledged.

Quin snorted. "Do you really think that's going to happen?" He didn't mind giving slaves free rein when they were good and had proven themselves, but not a back-talking horny shifter with very stupid ideas about how to talk to masters. He'd end up getting neutered or put down, and somehow it would be Quin's fault and he'd have to pay for a slave he didn't even want.

Well it was apparently a day of cliches because the dog shifter had decided to literally bite the hand that was feeding him. Quin was unimpressed to put it mildly. It would've been one thing if the other man were a vampire, or they'd been acquainted better, or even that they'd been in the bedroom where things could get blurry. This was just being rude. He'd thought he'd made it clear that being rude could be a death sentence around here, at least when combined with stupidity. The blood at least seemed to be having the desired effect. Which meant that when Quin hit him again, he didn't have to feel bad about breaking any bones.

He grabbed Nikola by the collar again and escorted him to the nearest window, which he threw open with a shove of fire and heat. He was officially irritated. Nikola was now dangling over the edge, the collar the only thing keeping him from falling several stories. He wouldn't die, but he'd wish he could for the first couple minutes at least. "I don't give a fuck if you don't like me. I don't give a fuck about you, period. If you want to die, that's fine. But learn to shut the fuck up and behave, or I'll take you to the vet and have them cut your balls off. That's not a threat, it's a promise." He let go of Nikola for a second and then caught him when he'd dropped about a foot and a half. "Do we understand each other?"