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"Who the hell let you in here, Proulx?" Raphael asked the tribrid in his club. He'd lifted his barriers and wards months ago despite knowing that he and Raiden would never maintain peace for long. Hit or miss whether they'd terrorize someone together or go after each other. Even with the latter they'd still terrorize everyone else around them. He smirked as he looked the older councilman over, a brow raised slightly. "Is that the best you could do for New Year's Eve?"
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Seth cursed under his breath when he saw the text from Raiden. He knew it'd happen eventually that the tribrid called on him but he, as always, he prayed it wouldn't. He teleported back to his house to take his pup out while he was there and change into the outfit and heels Raiden sent him for Christmas. Oddly enough he didn't mind the fit; it actually would've been something he'd pick out himself to wear for Shade. It was different having to wear it for the tribrid who'd once tried kill him and killed his ex.
Taking a deep breath he teleported himself into Raiden's domain and quickly found the tribrid, his arms wrapped around his midsection. "You called?"
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"Lookin' good as always, Proulx," Finn all but purred as he boldly approached his favorite councilman. Probably fucked up to consider Raiden a favorite anything but he didn't have any personal grudges with the tribrid aside from being on the council now. It helped that Raiden was good in bed and looked real fucking fine. The corner of his mouth curved up in a grin as his bright eyes ran over the tall beast's form from head to toe in the casual yet comfortable-looking outfit that fit him in all the right places. "At midnight you want to drop your balls down hard in my ass to ring in the new year?"
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It was true that Bjorn was hardly the most talkative in council meetings, limiting his comments to those which would benefit his country and subjects. But even by the ahool's normal standards, he had been quiet in this meeting, distracted even.
His eyes remaining locked in direct challenge with the only other council member who Bjorn would ever acknowledge as a true equal.
Both of them were unpredictable, both of them terrible in thier own rights. And in the grip of heat week, Raiden's very existence vexed and tantalised his inner dragon. The potential threat the other presented was undeniable, but the attraction was present in equal measure...
...After all, he could fuck slaves, and staff, and even members of the council. But there was one itch that only another elder dragon could scratch. That primal, brutal mating between two ancient creatures in heat, where neither had to worry about the injuries inflicted on the other, and teeth and talons could tear into flesh freely.
Now, as the last of the other council members left the chamber, the ancient beasts remained sat, gaze locked on each other, unfulfilled violence hanging thick in the air.
"Well, this is quite the dilema..." Bjorn's words echoed in the expansive chamber "...you undoubtedly feel the same as I...do we act on our baser instincts, Raiden?"
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“Not hard to try when I already am,” Kaden retorted, narrowing his eyes at Raiden. He had a little more attitude with the quadbrid than he normally would have, under the effects of two spells at once. “Maybe you’ll be less interesting with some nice white magic. Lose your charm as the bad boy.”
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Yip wasn’t expecting any guest this evening. The rapid knocking on his door didn’t catch his attention at first, muffled by the sound of the rain fall shower above his head. While it finally did, he casually dried himself with a towel and wrapped it around his waist, with steamy water still dripping off his short, black hair.
“...Raiden,” Yip perked an eyebrow as when the recently appointed councilmen shoved the door opened. Yip caught the swinging door swiftly, prevented the wall from being smashed with and left an ugly dent. “I was showering.” He perked an eyebrow, watched the younger man rushed into his room as if he was trying to sniff out another presence in the room.
“It’s just me.” He shut the door and crossed his arms. Yip has certainly heard many things about the man before him, despite never really have a deep connection with the new Councilman of Ukraine. “Do you need something, Raiden?”
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Down in the Undercroft, the Master walked from common room to common room, letting his eyes rest upon the various slaves that were in there. He wasn’t sure who he was going to take to his suite next, to show his generosity and benevolence, but he knew that he needed to continue his facade if he wanted the slaves in the Undercroft to trust him. To tell him things they wouldn’t normally speak of. Sapphire hues continued to roam across slave after slave, noticing how some watched him and others remained with their backs turned - almost as if they didn’t want to be taken - and he tried to decide which of those slaves he was going to show his kindness too.
Finn easily found Raiden in the crowd of Euphoria dressed as he was in very little with the armor and tattoos and broad muscles all on display. Unlike most, he sought the tribrid out –– his negated powers wouldn't stop his masochistic streak. He made sure to purposely run into the councilman, his clawed hand landing on those firm abdominals. "If it isn't my favorite god of war," he nearly purred, looking up at the massive beast through long lashes. Seemed to be a safe assumption on Ares given the Greek god theme in here tonight. "You still prefer me in red?"
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