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“Well met, hunter.”

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“I thought I already told you,” Sanguine stated, his voice low and dripping with discontent as a frown tugged at his lips. He was bored, now, but he wasn’t going to let that continue to show. A soft smile that showed a small stripe of his teeth formed and rested on his face. No point in being sour, after all. He wasn’t going to make his mood dependent on how much attention this beast would give him. That was was more power than any of the other Princes deserved.

A sigh left him and he gave Hircine a delicate and dismissive wave of the hand. “But you don’t seem to be in the mood to play, so I’ll just go to someone more active.” With a small shrug, he adds, “You humored me enough.” He gave Hircine a little wink. “Sorry ‘bout the blood lust.”

Why did most of his encounters with his brother leave him with a headache?  Hircine grunted ambiguously, claws shortening back to normal.  It was difficult to bother with the idea of any violence when he was being directly asked for it.  Took the intrigue right out of it almost.  Plus, he was currently calm, albeit a little annoyed but if the other prince had caught him after a hunt instead, their little conversation might have had a different outcome.  

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A soft chuckle escaped Sanguine. A smile wide enough to show the sharp canines Sanguine had spread on his face, making the outer corners of his eyes wrinkle. Hircine really thought that would get him? Was he lacking in sophistication or was the simple nature of his argument deliberate.

“Ah, but it’s a part of nature,” Sanguine mused, tapping his chin and raising his brows and tilting his head. “Both are. When animals seek a mate. They… hunt, as it were.” Both used lures, at any rate. “Some, even at the risk of death.” He spoke that bit as though he was impressed. Really, he was. They did it for reproduction, but he knew mortals who risked their lives for the sake of pleasure as readily as those animals risked theirs to mate. It was impressive. After all, they only had one life. He himself could risk as much as he wanted, because he could never possibly die from whatever he did. 

“Anyway, if you can’t perform your function, even to just kill me, I don’t know what you’re doing.”  Sanguine’s smile had faded, and he took his last swig from his drink, gulping the remainder of it down as though it were water. Once his bottle was empty, he callously tossed it aside. “At least I’m true to my sphere.”

Sithis would reclaim everything in the Void before the huntsman was lectured on nature from the drunkard.  He uncrossed his arms, growling at the annoyance that this conversation had quickly become and stepped closer, eyes meeting the other’s.  

“You’re no fun,” Sanguine sighed, rolling his eyes. “Even Mehrunes, the prideful lout, indulged me.” Sure, he played on his anger and frustration to get the attention he wanted, but it worked. Unless there was something else making him pissed, it wasn’t likely to happen, but no one needed to know that. “I suppose, I’ll have to go back to the Deadlands." 

Though Coldharbor was also an option. Hircine was hardly the only prince he could occupy his time with, and he wasn’t about to act like he was. Begging was beneath him, unless it was in jest. Well, usually. Maybe Nocturnal… Or Azura. Mephala might have been a good choice, too. Her sadism was right up his alley, at the moment. But then, so was the masochism of Sheogorath’s champion. "Or the Isles,” he mused. “The new Sheogorath is fun…” A soft hum left him. What a shame, though. He even let his hair be long so he could pull it.

“I never knew a real hunter to turn down the chance for game, but I suppose…” Sanguine shook his head and shrugged. “I shouldn’t be surprised.” It really was very disappointing. “I actually wouldn’t mind if you did rip out my throat,” he noted with a shrug. “I’ve been hurt worse.”  

Hircine knew he was being goaded.  He’d been around his brother long enough to know the type of manipulation tactics he liked to use to try and get what he wanted.  However, he had to force his eyebrow to not twitch at the mention of Dagon being more tolerant.  Lie or not, that was annoying to have said to him.

@masterofthebloodhunt [In reply to x]

Sanguine merely smiled at Hircine with his nigh perfectly black eyes, a finger gently tapping at the lip of the bottle of ale in his hand, his other hand holding a pastry and not moving. His head tilted ever so slightly to the side, one of his mouth corners twitching up more. “Could it be both?”

The question wasn’t a question as much as it was an answer. The answer was yes, to both possibilities. Though, less so on the first, more so that the former relied on the latter to exists. Well, unless it being genuine curiosity meant it couldn’t rely on outside factors. A sharp tooth showed from between Sanguine’s dark lips as a soft laugh left him when he thought back on the taste of iron on his tongue. Good days. Yesterday, in fact, though that wasn’t the day on his mind.

“Does daedric blood suit your fancy, today?”

All blood tasted different, after all, even among daedra. One being’s heart was not like the other though it may beat at the same rhythm. Not every bone cracked the same or throat cried the same. Sanguine’s energy wasn’t as it usually was. His wasn’t the same as it had been either. It changed, like all daedra. It changed drastically. Grew and invaded, and it settled, heavy in his being. The red of his skin was not enough, anymore. He needed red on his skin. Red of his own or red of another. He didn’t care.

“Oh, never mind. Who am I fooling?” Sanguine quickly scoffed with a shake of his head, after which he took a deep swig of his drink. He let out a chuckle and turned away, tossing the food he’d been holding aside to give a slow and dismissive wave. “You couldn’t catch me.”

The huntsman should have known better than to even respond to the initial question presented to him.  It wasn’t hard to discern the sinful prince’s intentions behind any interactions they had, but he had responded.  Now he was faced with having to deal with the annoyance of the other prince’s attempts at seduction though conversing about blood.

That annoyance was evidenced with a grunt as he crossed his arms, his mind wondering just how quickly he could get the idiot to leave this time.  

His top lip curled in a small show of mild disgust, “I never waste any part of a hunt if it can be avoided.  Bone is made in to weapons and flesh is eaten, blood is drank while eating.  I do not derive any sexual pleasure from it.”

His hunts and the following field dressing of his kills were sacred, there was no way he would sully them by indulging in lust induced from it.  Granted, afterward when he was cleaning up if the hunt was a particularly good one, there had been occasion where he was...in the mood, but not while there was still a fresh kill in front of him.

“Well met, hunter.”

   ☽ Independent Hircine RP Blog for the Elder Scrolls Series    ☽ 10+ Years RP Experience    ☽ Will contain adult themes and triggering content (only photos will be tagged, text will be under read mores)  View at own risk.    ☽ Mun is 21+ Years Old