why were you digging

Beyond being consider an apex predator even among the feline population, Danilo was the epitome of Alpha strength and virility. Countless others—both Alpha and omega—have doubted him, so sure his confidence was mere arrogance. Danilo simply lived his truth, it wasn't his fault he was born to dominate while those he viewed as inferior were born to cater to him.

Yes, the omega before him was another pair of holes and he delighted at hearing as much. That's exactly how Danilo would regard him too, his haughty pride be damned. A small roar left his lips as his clawed hand moved quick to capture the fae's neck, holding him firmly as leaned in himself, breathing the omega's sweetness in with an open mouth. "Who on earth told you what you do well? Some Alpha you looked down on? Someone beneath me? Only a dumbass would put stock in the approval of a weak Alpha. I'll be the one to tell you what you do well." The lopsided grin of a predator who just caught his prey planted on his features, Danilo brought their faces past each other so that his mouth rested directly on the shell of the omega's ear. "Let's get something straight. Getting split open on my knot is an inevitability. I can smell it all over you and so can half the people in this place. Luck's got nothing to do with it, you're getting fucked like a cheap whore tonight," he growls, committing to his words that only a beast would be found in Danilo's company. "And when I'm locking my seed deep inside of you, I'll make you look me in the eye and thank me for my efforts like a good bitch would. If you make yourself look pretty enough, I may bitch you out a couple more times after. Only then will we discover all you can do well."

His grin did not falter, even as his neck was grabbed roughly, strength and desire behind every movement, the alpha's voice. His scent, clouding his thoughts some. A breathless whimper, unbidden, escaping his lips as his body started to truly prepare him for the alpha. "Perhaps I should only trust words from the best, hm?" He asked, leaning in as well as he could with a hand around his throat, nose brushing the alpha's cheek, taking in his smell as a hand gripped strong biceps, grounding him.

Ranking omegas was a waste of effort. The bottom of the hierarchy was reserved for them regardless. It wasn't about which was better, it was simply about which smelled the most enticing at a particular point in time. They were all the same. "I wouldn't say privilege, that implies my knot is something to earn. It's more like taking my knot is their right, their imperative, the one thing they were born for so why be stingy? Prudes aren't good for shit, except maybe target practice or a midnight snack."

There was a reason Danilo's violent antics went unchecked outside of New Haven. The search party needed him because he was the best. It wasn't arrogance, it was simply fact. The Quijadas had been servicing New Haven's darker needs for generations. As another blood moon Alpha from his line, Danilo existed in a world separate from the other residents, a world where the only law was tooth and nail. "I wouldn't be an asset to a town if some omega could overpower me. They've tried, the tough ones always try, I guess it's a sign of the times. Omegas trying to act like Alphas only to end up my bitch meat in the end. It's a game I've played so many times it's boring at this point. Are you looking to tangle with a beast?"

His chuckle was loud enough to draw attention, but their smell was very fucking clear by this point. This body, this pathway into the mortal realm had needs, and it made them clear more often than not. The alpha himself was sending clear signals, unless something went wrong everyone knew how this would end. Except he had no intention of delivering surrender to the bullish shifter. "On that," he said slowly, "we can agree. Taking a knot is our right, and we do it so well, don't we?" His eyes trailed low, as if appraising for a second before he lifted his gaze back up, smile still in place, "We do a lot well too. But I'm no prude, alpha, in case you're confused."

It was a careful thing, masking indifference when the other could smell his interest. His growing arousal, but it was not his alpha status which enticed him, maybe the attitude, the battle of wits happening. Mostly, the challenge, the way he pictured the man on his back, trembling as he popped his knot inside Alfonso. Daring him into a struggle that would be pleasurable for both of them, either way.

"One can have many uses, alpha," He said, licking his lips, "I for one, always want to tangle with a beast."

he was enjoying himself for once-- or, at least, he had been. drinking, and dancing, at pantheon the fairy finally find himself in a decent headspace; distracted by the music and the slight warmth in his throat from the alcohol. he was relaxing. he was having fun. he was looking more like himself than he had in years. of course that earned him some attention.

an alpha he knew, that had been making passes at him for what felt like years now, took it upon himself to try again. working him away from the middle of the room, keeping him back in a corner, the alpha tried line after line to win the fairy over but cj wasn't having it-- much to the alpha's chagrin, cj looked bored out of his mind as he listened.

rather than trying to smooth things over, he noticed someone move past them to take a seat at the bar and an idea hit him. dipping down, he slipped under the alpha's arms-- leaving the arrogant man fuming-- and made his way straight to the bar. now, cj and alfonso weren't particularly close. they had crossed paths a few times, and they knew each other well enough for cornelius to ask him the occasionally probing question about the fair realm, but they still weren't close; he wasn't even sure if they were classified as friends and yet that didn't stop him from dropping down into the seat next to alfonso; one hand on the other's bicep as he leaned against him.

this night, the living won. all the smells, the conversations, the drinks shared and denied. it was amusing, and for tonight he was happy just watching. just letting time pass by as people moved around him, some with interest, some ignoring him completely. he was fine with both.

he knew the boy by scent alone, omega sweetness, a curiosity, a need. cornelius sat next to him, touching him instantly, toothy grin on his face. "cornelius..."

his eyebrows shot up, he did not mind the questions, or the company, but so far that was as far as their relationship went. fae kinship in this strange realm, yet, he found him enticing enough, especially when the pretty little thing was picking him over some overeager alpha. hand on his arm, drapped around like he wanted to be there for a while, was it an act?

alfonso didn't need much to be interested, he chuckled against the other, leaning in to brush their noses together. "you do enjoy getting into trouble, don't you?" he asked, lips brushing together as his hands drifted to the other's body, lifting up shirt to tease at the waistband of his underwear, right there, where the alpha could see. "it is a pity i can't do it here, in front of him." he teased, "alphas are so fun to toy with."

his fingers drifted lower, beneath the fabric, teasing, searching. finding his hole and testing its wetness right there in the open. "almost as much as a needy omega." lips meeting, tongue pushing them apart to taste the omega.

He hummed against his neck, sniffing, brushing his lips against the sensitive spot. Willing alpha was very damn erotic, he had to say. "We can discuss potions later. I think."

Hand caressing his chin, the other on his hip, drawing close. Bodies pressed together, tongue peeking out to taste him, just a quick little brush but still. "And how would you prefer to pay it, Walker?" He questioned, "With your mouth perhaps?" A thumb, pulling at his bottom lip, teasing its way in, "Or maybe your cock... that knot of yours must feel pretty nice inside..." he nipped at his neck, rubbing their bodies together, "or perhaps," his hand closed around one of his cheeks, grabbing and squeezing, "your ass. Do you want to know how it feels to be truly taken by an omega?"

"How should I know what you are in need of. But I am flexible. Especially when it comes to price. What is it I can do for you hm? What would tickle your fancy? I have potions, cash. My body. Whatever would please you enough to help me out."

he walked towards him now, close enough to really smell him. young alpha, witch. his body... reacted, even if he wasn't all there yet, biology had its way. mortals, ever fascinating. "i think you should learn to anticipate that, alpha." he almost whispered.

"I just need about a pound of fat from one of the bodies. I doubt people get murdered here but anyone who was maybe particularly grumpy might work. The grudge held in their flesh will be...useful." he said with a smile his head tilted to the side as he raked his hair back from his face, a seductive of a smile as he could manage on his face.

"I can craft any potion or curse you might need. Poisons. I mean we could also work something else out I am sure."

"a pound of fat? i suppose..." he started, "you'd be surprised at what goes on in here, especially of late." he shook his head, pondering, and then found someone who would not miss the fat and had to be opened anyway. it would take some time though. he wasn't a butcher, and his bodies were under the utmost care. if he took anything it had to be done right, just as everything in nature bodies deserved respect.

"do you believe i am in need of curses, dear boy?" he asked with a grin, leaning closer this time. "what else have you got to offer? if you want to think on it while you watch me work... it will be interesting seeing if you've the stomach for it."

“So  like.  Do  you  get  people  in  here  asking  to  perform  necromancy  on  the  bodies.  Also  couldn't  people  just  cast  a  spell  to  speak  with  the  dead  and  like  solve  crimes  and  stuff.  What  do  you  do  with  all  the  dead  stuff  after  you  bury  them?”  In  a  town  with  some  functional  immortals,  he  was  sure  that  made  being  a  coroner  all  the  more  exciting.  In  reality  he  was  sure  many  a  witch  had  come  by  for  the  same  reason  he  was  now.  He  was  looking  for  ingredients  for  a  spell.  In  particular  he  needed  tallow  rendered  from  the  body  of  a  dead  man.  Murdered  would  be  best  but  he  wasn't  going  to  push  his  luck. 

“If  I  brought  you  wine  would  you  be  inclined  to  do  me  a  bit  of  a  favor?  Please?”  Walker  asked  giving  Alfonso  his  best  puppy  dog  face. 

He almost laughed when the request came, of course he got people asking for favors. Being a coroner around humans was deeply fascinating. Here... deaths were rarer, though certainly more curious. And then there was the little matter, the power one could extract from bodies like this. The more shameless requests were always denied though, he had a respect for the bodies he examined and a reputation to uphold.

It's why Danilo's red, glowing eyes were completely level when glancing at the omega either too dumb or too audacious to step to him. "You make it sound like omegas fulfilling their role is something special." He clearly didn't think much of an omega getting knocked up, or the lesser gender at all. He had enough kids to prove as much.

"What can I say, I'm a virile Alpha. Taking my knot doesn't suddenly make an omega worth shit, besides–" He leans forward, taking another swig of his beer, and offers a crooked grin. "–the ones who get pissed like that are the same ones who'd jump at a chance to spend the night in my arms. They like when I treat them like shit so they wouldn't dare try to hurt me. Besides, it'd be a cold day in hell before an omega got the drop on me."

The alpha leans forward, grin on his lips, challenge clear, if not in his tone or his word choices then in his postures. Even then, he detected no doubt in him, he truly believe himself, as far as he could tell. That made Alfonso snort. "Are you so sure of that, alpha?" He teased, drawing out the words as he leaned forward too. "Do you truly think taking your knot is some kind of privilege?"

It was the same upon this return as it had been or all the others, so no one should’ve felt bad for the ignorant bitch on the receiving end of his foul mood that night. He had the whiny omega’s head pinned to the bar, fangs elongated from his snarl and claws threatening to break flesh. It certainly was a bad look for an Alpha to have his hands on an omega like that, but the lack of white knights jumping to intervene proved that most understood Danilo’s violence knew no bounds. “I don’t give a fuck about your cub. Raise him strong and maybe I’ll care shift for brains. Until then, fuck off before I decide to treat Beast with your tongue.” The second part of Danilo’s ritual is what gets him in trouble, resulting in more cubs around New Haven than he can be bothered to care for. He’ll never understand why some omegas think taking his knot and bearing his children makes them special, but the one he’s growling at desperately needed to be reminded of his place in Danilo's life. The child in question too. With a roar, Danilo tosses his ex cum receptacle away, sitting down once more to enjoy his drink, claws still out and eyes glowing bright crimson. “I swear, some of these townies are so fucking stupid. Don’t offer me a damn thing and still what the moon and the stars. Little bitch was lucky I’m such a reasonable guy,” he tosses out.

It wasn't the first Alpha with an overblown ego and a quick temper he'd seen but certainly one of the bolder ones. His smell was overpowering in the bar, his display amplifying it tenfold and it... made Alfonso's nose twitch. A snort, as the omega was let go and ran off... if he was in a better mood maybe he would have helped. Put the alpha on his ass, and... he shot him a glance, up and down, probably a nice ass below all that.