While the alpha's disappointment knows no bounds, the human is appropriately terrified. Just the sound of a male voice answering their challenge was enough to make them tense up, already scurrying several steps backwards from the bushes, getting ready to run from what is surely a marauder who can't see the forest for the skirts.
But it's not a marauder. It's not a human. It's not even just one. We, he says, grinning triumphantly, only for four more feral wolfmen to emerge from every direction, utterly surrounding them. Kurt shrieks as they're grabbed from behind, then from the front, two enormous humanoid wolves manhandling them and breathing in their scent without a care for their cries.
This is how they die. They're certain of it. Heedlessly walking into a pack of feral werewolves and becoming their dinner. "N-No! Please, stop! L-Let go of me!" they cry, struggling and writhing in Kai's firm grasp, kicking at Benji's strong legs, feeling tears welling up as nothing seems to work. They're too small, nowhere near strong enough. They're going to die.
"Oh, but you're frightening them, boys," Naseer all but purrs, stalking close and running a clawed hand up the length of their pinned arm, over the collar of their modest dress, buttoned up so tall and tight the lace comes up to their jaw. The smell of their tears is intoxicating. It's only Naseer's age that keeps him from going into rut just being near them—if only barely. "Besides, it's not your turn yet. You both know your place."
A pointed reminder that alpha alone gets the first taste of their prize.
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Date: 2023-04-07 02:46 am (UTC)But it's not a marauder. It's not a human. It's not even just one. We, he says, grinning triumphantly, only for four more feral wolfmen to emerge from every direction, utterly surrounding them. Kurt shrieks as they're grabbed from behind, then from the front, two enormous humanoid wolves manhandling them and breathing in their scent without a care for their cries.
This is how they die. They're certain of it. Heedlessly walking into a pack of feral werewolves and becoming their dinner. "N-No! Please, stop! L-Let go of me!" they cry, struggling and writhing in Kai's firm grasp, kicking at Benji's strong legs, feeling tears welling up as nothing seems to work. They're too small, nowhere near strong enough. They're going to die.
"Oh, but you're frightening them, boys," Naseer all but purrs, stalking close and running a clawed hand up the length of their pinned arm, over the collar of their modest dress, buttoned up so tall and tight the lace comes up to their jaw. The smell of their tears is intoxicating. It's only Naseer's age that keeps him from going into rut just being near them—if only barely. "Besides, it's not your turn yet. You both know your place."
A pointed reminder that alpha alone gets the first taste of their prize.