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tekromantic‌:

“Huh. I admire your gusto Xaanir.” He admitted, commenting them as he took a step back. “Most beings would have recoiled at me being that close to them but you? You squared up and flexed those cute little claws of yours!” He cackled, exhaling a sickly sweet breath upwards so Xaanir wouldn’t get overwhelmed by the stench. How considerate of him!

“Yes I definitely like you alot more than Rhaast.”

“I can’t see your ugly face so I guess that’s why.” He retorted, visibly relaxing when Tekaraan pulled away. Xaanir’s arms moved up to fold across his chest, head tilting to the side again when a sweet scent reached him. He wrinkled his (non-existent) nose a little but at least it the taller hadn’t exhaled into his face.

One of his claws tapped against his arm. “They’re not cute, they can rip you to shreds.” He huffed, his mouth curving down slightly but otherwise remaining closed.

“What has Rhaast done to deserve your ire other than be himself?”

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tekromantic‌:

“I like to keep tabs on the remaining Darkin. Some of us are more troublesome than the rest…” He growls as he thinks about Rhaast. He hates that idiot.

“You’re relatively low risk as far as I can tell unless you prove me wrong.” He brought his face closer to theirs. “Pray that you don’t.”

Xaanir’s mouth opened to bare the sharp rows of teeth in his mouth, not too thrilled at Tekaraan’s words nor at how close he had come all of a sudden. He wanted to draw back if only to get some space between them but that would seem like a weakness and he. didn’t. do. weakness.

“I don’t like your tone, brother.” he hissed at Tekaraan, armored claws curling and uncurling in anger and irritation.

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“I see, well I guess it’s better that your around instead of hiding. Any longer and I probably would have went looking for you myself.” He pointed to his eye. “I can only see so far down underground you know.”

“I don’t hide- I sneak. I’m a sneaky man.” He tapped a clawed digit against the armor on his other hand. “Maybe that’s why I go deep, hm? Cause I don’t want you to see me?” Xaanir shook his head slightly then. “Anyway, what do you mean ‘look for me’, do you need me for something?”

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ferrumdaemonium‌:

She growled despite being rather out of breath, a flustered noise and look on her face at being called pretty of all things. Surely he’d really lost his mind.

“Your eyesight is worse then I thought if you think I’m pretty out of all things.” She breathed out, her tone had a bit of a bite to it, mostly her distaste for herself coming into play.

She however made no effort to get up, not feeling like it. That required moving, and she didn’t want to. Why did the contact feel nice? Why did him being on her like this feel nice? Perhaps all that time alone got to her more than she thought it had.

“I’ll win one of the next times we do this. You’re not bad though. For a cheating bastard.” She turned her head away, trying to ignore the buzzing in her body. Probably just the side effect of having a decent fight for once. Humans never stood a proper chance against her, nor did beasts.

Xaanir laughed, another rumble coming from deep with his throat, his eyes narrowing in amusement- though hidden behind his horns. He leaned in real close. “I’m not the blind one- well, most of the time.” he retorted, one of his hands gently scraping at her throat then dragging down slowly before leaving her entirely and he pulled away.

He stretched his body, not even bothering to get off her, then tilted his head to the side- a little like a cat would when seeing something interesting. “Cheating?” Xaanir chuckled, low and deep, placing one hand onto her stomach. “I call that tactics, nobody fights fair when it comes to life and death, sister.”

He shifted slightly, still sitting on Bathsheba but not holding her down anymore. His legs were now on either side of her, toes wriggling as he was lost in thought for a moment after coming down from his high.

“So not to make this awkward or anything but...” he trailed off, quiet for a few seconds before continuing, “I’m not the only feeling like this, right?”

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@ferrumdaemonium | from here

They’d been wrestling. Well, it was probably more rough then what you think when the word wrestling was used, but it was all limbs, teeth, claws and muscle. They were unsurprisingly evenly matched, which somewhat annoyed her but it was also thrilling. Being able to fight something and not automatically winning. Humans weren’t exactly good practice, at least for a Darkin.

She’s not quite sure what happened, but at some point he had gotten her pinned down on her back, locking her limbs down by pushing them down with his own. Both were panting, and most likely equally as messy looking as the other. They hadn’t exactly been gentle, after all, there was no fun in it if they were.

She let out a snort, not really showing any emotion to the fact she had lost. The tip of her tail lashed around a bit, showing she was at least a little annoyed she lost. He’d never let her live it down, probably.

“Congratulations. Now what? Are you going to get off me?” She questioned, head tilting a bit. She could probably get him off if she really tried right now, but she didn’t feel like putting the effort into it.

Xaanir tilted his head down from his position on top of Bathsheba, mouth splitting into a feral grin as his claws dug into her wrists. He knew that she knew he didn’t win fair & square. Assassins weren’t honorable like warriors- they did whatever it took to win, even if that meant using underhanded techniques.

His breath heaved out of his mouth in shaky pants. He had been pleased to find out that even with sneaky tactics and sly techniques it had still been a fight to remember. Nothing a pathetic human could ever hope to accomplish versus him. Xaanir ignored the blood that dripped down from various cuts on his body and instead leaned closer, their faces mere inches away- their breath mixing together.

“It’s not... every day that I get to be on top of a strong... pretty... lady like you...” he teased, still trying to gather his breath from their spar. His paws dug their claws into the ground as they scraped against the rock underneath them before he slowly released his hold onto her wrists, a low purr leaving him.

“I won.” Xaanir felt no shame in using the tricks he had used- he’d been trained that way anyway, trained to forget about the ‘honor’ most people saw and use his own ways to take what he wanted- what he was ordered to take. The shorter Darkin’s tongue peeked out of his maw to lap at his mouth, expertly avoiding the sharp rows of teeth along the inside. “I would apologize for the way I won but I’m truly not sorry.”

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Teeth teeth teeth teeth

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a dumbass.

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ferrumdaemonium‌:

Mm. It is. But there isn’t anything we can do about it, but survive. Even if some of us do not want to. It’s not as if we have a choice, anyways.

Surviving is one of the things we excel at, I suppose. We’ve done so for thousands of years, we will continue to do so for thousands more. Maybe one day someone will find a way to give us a honorable death.

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ferrumdaemonium‌:

You mean the situation is sad? If that’s what you mean, yes. 

Yes! That’s what I meant. To be reduced to this is just sad.

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ferrumdaemonium‌:

Not sad. I just haven’t felt in a long time. I made myself stop feeling. 

I didn’t mean the feeling. I meant as in... not quite pathetic but sad. You know...

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ferrumdaemonium‌:

I haven’t had a good day in… I don’t remember? So really I don’t have to worry about ruining my day.

That’s sad, sister.

But something I know the feeling of. Guess we’re both sad.

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tekromantic‌:

“The only laughs I want to hear are my own.” He chuckled, squatting down so they were closer to ‘eye’ level.

“Why did you leave your cave Xaanir? Finally wanted to see the outside world? Oh wait…” He chuckled again, his hand trying to cover his mouth in futility. “No seriously. Why are you here?”

“As much as I love hearing myself talk... I forgot you were the more extreme version.” The shift of the air around him had him lean back a bit.

Xaanir squinted at the ‘blind’ joke from behind his horns. “Very funny, Tekaraan. I do come out of my cave every now and then, you know- for fresh air. I’d stay down there forever if I could.”

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tekromantic‌:

“At least you can recognize me just from my voice alone unlike the others.” He admitted, crossing his arms.

“No Xaanir that was a joke. Do you know what jokes are?”

“Perks of going blind, I guess. Your voice is hardly hard to discern from others’.” His head tilted to the side, rocky armor plates softly scraping against each other with the movement.

“That was a joke? Aren’t jokes supposed to make people laugh? Should I be laughing?”

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ferrumdaemonium‌:

I’ll agree with you on that. I’ve found some peace in not needing others. … Not that. It wasn’t enjoyable to have others around. But depending on oneself means you only have yourself to blame if things go wrong.

No need to worry about some idiot coming along and ruining your day when you can just do it yourself, hm?

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@tekromantic | from here

“Not that I can see you at the moment but from what I remember you’re not all too pretty yourself.

Wait, we had a memo for that?”

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ferrumdaemonium‌:

Possibly. It doesn’t bother me anymore, and they’re all dead. I have that going for me, at least, in the end. I was recognized by the place I called home, and that validated me enough.

... Hm. If you say so then it must be true. I’ve learned not to rely on the validation of others- not that it’s not pleasant but the only person I need is myself.