What you gon’ do?

For @Satan <3 Feel free to beat him up and commence the kidnapping! ψ(｀∇´)ψ

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He know he couldn’t stay in the oasis forever. Hence why his dumbass decides to venture further into the dangerous dunes of the desert. He had left when the sun began to set, so hopefully he may be able to get some distance during the night.

Right now though, holy fuck, he is dying. Honestly, when one looks at him, perhaps they’d think he would be made for the desert. A short tail, odd coat, large, webbed paws perfect for traversing the loose sand.

But no, he’s not.

He’s sauntering through dunes — dune after dune after dune. It’s annoying. He’s hot and it shows in a wide panting maw showcasing dangerous teeth and a long, flat tongue hanging from his mouth. Large, pierced ears tilt back, almost flat against his nape. Mads doesn’t have to truffle through the sand as much as most due, but the strain of fighting the dunes at all is enough to make his limbs cramp up uncomfortably.

And yet, unlike someone who’s sensible and sane, he continues on. Wondering why he decides to keep going, he assumes it’s his usual lack of goal here in these wilds. No one to maim or kill and no handler to demand a task for him. He is aimless.

And so the aimless wandering will go on.
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The man was pissed, hurt and annoyed. For him, not the best combination. For now, he needed to calm down and relax, that much he knew. So he decided to walk through the desert, figuring he would head out and see what he could find. It didn’t take him long to come across another and for a moment, Satan grinned. A perfect line wolf for him to take his aggression out on.

Moving forward, he would speak up, his voice low and deep. ”You're lost.” It was a statement, not a question. His eyes narrowed as he walked closer, aiming to circle the man. He was hunting.

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It seems it might just be cooling down as the sun sets closer to the horizon, but the heat still soaks into his pelt. It paints him in a fiery orange, one akin to the sand around him and makes him feel just as a n fire as he looks.

And yet, he keeps one foot forward and drives on.

Saliva drips from his maw and his head is hung even with a straight back, short tail drooping just above his hocks. But the second he senses someone near, it’s raising high and so is his head. The second he swivels his gaze around, he spots a pale figure coated in what has to be blood.

Ah fuck. It’s the only thought that flickers through his head.

And the man is slinking, slinking, slinking — predatory, dangerous. The deer tailed man squints pale yellow eyes at the other. He’s bigger than Mads, thicker too, full of what appears to be hard muscle. Maybe he could run away, but Maddox would fight after all — he’s not a fuckin’ sissy!

He’s distracted by a voice — it’s pulls him from his thoughts and the possible plan he’ll need for such a brute.

You’re lost.

A handsome, crooked smile blooms on Mods’ face after those words. He follows the snowy male with his eyes as he begins to circle, acting as if he doesn’t have a care in the world, but rather he knows these kinds of men. He knows what might happen and so he mentally prepares himself for a fight.

His own voice slithers between them, Australian accent thick and tone rasping. “Well, it seems ya might be lost in a different type o’ way, ey mate?” He hums back as if he’s making an observation.

And, as the smart ass he is, he decides to confirm this man’s intentions. “Need somethin’? Or do ya wanna tango, friend?”
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The brute remained silent as the other one spoke, not really interested in pleasantries. He knew what he wanted, and he was going to get it one way or another. Without another word, the man would pounce, attempting to slam his large body into the other male. He knew that this might not be an easy fight, but he was determined to at least get his anger out. The best outcome was that he would gain a new slave, but the worst case scenario was that he got a good fight in. 

He clearly made no attempt to talk this out, hoping that he caught the male off guard, but he had a feeling the man was ready for something like this. There was only one way to find out after all.

 

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The guy didn’t seem like he would be big on talking — judging by the gruff and bloodied appearance of such a beast. Though, he has a certain quality that speaks danger, Mads expects a fight, but perhaps not one so quick.

So yes, he’s caught a touch off guard by the brutes lunge — quick for his size, isn’t he?

But Maddox doesn’t shy away from a fight no matter how big they are. He was made for this. Genetically designed for this. He is the perfect being isn’t he? Why doesn’t he prove it?

Fine. He might as well try.

So with the other’s lunge, the paper’s body crashes into his. He’s fucking heavy. Period. It hurts. Obviously. Not only that, but it sends sand flying up in the air and Kaid skidding and rolling. He’s got the legs of a god damn deer and large paws to match, he’s clumsy tryin to get up (not that the sand helps at all).

Surely, the other male wouldn’t give him time to get up either, and if that’s the case, he would set up shop on his back and kick and snap until he hits something. Surely he’d hit at least something or his name wouldn’t be Kaid Maddox.
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The brute hit into the other man quite heavily, feeling the impact but also too stressed and on edge to really feel the pain right now. Even as the other man kicked and scratched at him, the claws of the man hitting his underside and slicing up his skin, he didn't move, attempting to place himself on top of the other man. 

With a snarl, he would try to pin the guy down, teeth aiming to wrap around his throat. He had no intentions of killing the man, but wanted to stop him from moving around. "Stop fighting!" He demanded in a growl, flashing his fangs as he waited to see if the man would continue or not. "Either you come with me, or you die here, those are your options." Perhaps he was just in a bad mood, but honestly, even in a good mood the brute would claim a slave if he felt like it.

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His attempt to climb on top of the other is quite successful actually. So successful Mads is having a difficult time even trying to get him off. Of course, that doesn’t mean he won’t try, because why wouldn’t he? Still, it’s worrisome…and concerning for his life at the moment.

But then the man getting a good grip on his throat and Kaid simply isn’t comfortable with that. Well, in a different type of situation he might be, but now? With this strong, brute of a man covered in blood on top of him and threatening his life? Mmm, maybe not. Though, with that thought in mind, he doesn’t actually feel like dying today. Despite him wondering when it was gonna happen again, he decides today isn’t the day. It would be a waste.

And then the man’s gruff voice rings through his ears and vibrates on his throat, Stop fighting. He growls with a show of threatening fangs.

And, believe it or not, he does.

He stills completely as the other speaks once more. At that, Maddox laughs against the other man. A loud bark of laughter that probably wouldn’t be considered sane.

“Where we goin’, mate?” He asks sarcastically. “And what if I wanna die?” He says then, voice jovial and teasing, clearly playing with fire. “Ever thought of that?”

Yet, despite his words, he remains still beneath the other man. Hind paws remain kicked into the other’s stomach before slipping down and resting on the from of the paler’s own muscled thighs. It’s the same with his forepaws, they’re pressed toughly into the man’s chest, still actively pressing, but surely not doing much.
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Though he didn't show it, the brute was mildly surprised that the other one actually did as he was told, no longer fighting. He felt the man's paws resting on his lower body, making no attempt to move them away even if they were in likely harmful locations. Even with the force pushing on his chest, he didn't budge. 

Instead, he would raise an eyebrow at the man's words, a slow grin showing on his face. "If you want to die so badly I can personally make that happen. Otherwise, when I let you up, you're going to walk back with me calmly. You're now property of Warcrest. You can either choose to accept that title willingly and move up the ranks, or you can stay a slave to my pack for the rest of your life. Those are your option."

With that, he did exactly what he had said, starting to move off of the man. However, his body was still tense, ready to pounce on the man and attack him again should he try to run away.

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He sees the raised brow. He sees the weird look. And then…then he sees the malicious, toothy grin that spreads over the other man’s face.

That’s no good.

And then the offer — If you want to die so badly I can personally make that happen.

Mmm, no thanks. Kaid thinks.

But even as he struggles none, the other speaks of making him a slave once more. Becoming a slave here after he just escaped slavery in his first life? That’s a no go. And at that, Kaid growls, his attitude doing a complete 180.

“A slave?” He’s growling. “You’re gonna have to drag me back then, asshole.” With that, he’d snap at the other man’s face. Hopefully catching him off guard, but surely it would only mean pain for Maddox in the long run.

Feel free to have Satan slap the shit out of him and knock him out or something lmaao. Then he can drag him back to warcrest if you’re okay with that <3

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Even as he backed away, he expected the man to run, or plead, or anything. But he certainly wasn't expecting him to try and fight back again, attempting to get a cheeky hit that the pale king quickly dodged. "Bad fucking move." He said in a growl before rushing forward, slapping his paw out to smack the man in the head, a hit that easily knocked the man out. He watched as the man fell to the ground, making no effort to stop his head from hitting the ground. 

With a dark chuckle, he would pick the man up by his scruff, dragging him back home where he would wake up probably confused. But either way, the light male had won, another victory for Satan and Warcrest in turn.

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