Clash of the Titans (and a midget) [Taranis/Quinn] [Mature]

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Her life was changing. That much was obvious when she had first met Taranis. Quinn hadn't thought that she would ever find someone quite like him but it was so obvious when she first saw him. He was a monster, much more so than she but it was alluring. Intoxicating even. She hadn't been able to pull away and the only thing she could think of doing was getting closer to him. He had been shocked by her audacity. She had Harley to thank for that. When Harley saw what she wanted she went for it and it had been almost instantaneous when she saw Taranis. It was like Quinn was flying on autopilot. And she had been ever since, until now. She was awake, very awake and she needed to move. To get some air. One minute she was a huntress of Kairos, the next she was joining a hostile pack as a "pet." She wasn't even sure what that meant all she knew was that there was no going back now. Stop complaining. This isn't about you. Quinn didn't even fight the urge of rolling her eyes and instead stormed onward. She was angry, her fur standing on end. It didn't take much to get her on edge these days, especially with Harley riding her every chance she got. It was just a lot for her to process in such little time and she needed some room to think. To feel like she was in control even if she wasn't. She continued forward, putting a bit more space between herself and Taranis- though she knew that she would turn back soon enough. After all they were tethered to one another, she could not be without him for long.

And then suddenly she smelled him. Oh my.. Shush! She thought before slowing her pace ever so slightly. And then before she could even think he was there, right before her very eyes. He was huge, far larger then her petite frame. His carcass was bulky, muscles bulging here and there. His fur was like ebony, his eyes a bright yellow. She felt entranced for a moment, or perhaps Harley did. Quinn on the other hand was only mildly curious. She had a monster waiting for her, but this one. Now he was just interesting. She hadn't seen a wolf quite like him, though she held pretty high standards. He paled in comparison to her Taranis. But that didn't mean she couldn't talk to him. Let's play. Adrenaline hummed through her veins at the thought of Taranis' reaction to her speaking to another male. Would he be jealous? Or better yet would he be angry? She needed to know. She had to know. She halted then, her pale green orbs glancing upward at the brute. And who might you be? She purred, her vocals naturally seductive. She didn't want him, not at all. But what she wanted was a show and boy would she get one. Taranis would be coming along any minute now and then the real fireworks would start.

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notes: sorry I'm a bum and didn't post sooner but MAN IM EXCITED
tagged: @taranis + @xolotl
word count: 575

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She should have been intimidated by the sheer size of him- that alone should had knocked some sense through her but that was just it. No amount of fear could be sent through the petite female. She simply was not scared. Even if he would lash out at her it wasn't like she would feel any pain. Quinn didn't feel pain, and she quite enjoyed gruesome wounds and blood. It was right down her ally. So no matter what this stranger did, he would never strike fear through her heart. No there was only one creature that could do that. Simply because he was hers and she was his. If he wanted to scare her, and really scare her, he could. The only way he could however would be if he were to leave her. But Quinn knew that that wouldn't be happening. They were tied to one another and as much as Taranis wouldn't like to admit it he couldn't live without her. Or at least that's what she liked to remind herself. Well, aren't you a pretty one? Don't you know that it's rude to ask for someone's name before offering your own, midget? Please let me handle this. It's becoming pathetic. Ugh whatever. It was almost instantenous then, a quick tilt of the head and narrowing of her pale green orbs as she watched the ebony brute. Oh I'm sorry, was that supposed to hurt my feelings? A cool laugh echoed from her kissers then as she narrowed her gaze further before dancing before him, her small frame skirting around his as she circled him. She was close enough that he could reach out and touch her, but far enough away that her fur didn't graze against his own.

Watch yourself. You do realize how angry Taranis will be. That's the point. She didn't truly understand what Harley was trying to get at but she wouldn't question it. She trusted her darker half, even if she did get her into trouble sometimes. Finally she moved away from him, putting more space between them. How about I call you Blockhead for now. Has a catchy ring to it don't you think? She flashed him a devious smile, her pearly white canines glistening in the sunlight. Her tail whipped against her flanks for a moment before she danced just a bit further. Moments later she smelled him, could feel his presence. Taranis was close and would more then likely be hot on her trail. He would know she was with another male and would be steaming mad. Which made her devilishly excited. Harley was in control at this very moment, and she couldn't give a damn what happened. She wanted to see a fight and if these boys did what boys were supposed to do they would give her one. Oopsie.. Looks like you spoke a little too loudly Blockhead.. My oh so adoring boyfriend is coming and he doesn't take to well to...Strangers. She giggled manically then, her sea foam eyes never wavering from his face as she waited for the explosion that was about to take place.

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notes: good god that post was way too easy to type up lol that's harley for ya xD
tagged: @taranis + @xolotl
word count: 589

[attr="class","pltxt"]A piercing yellow gaze observed the tiny thing with nothing but curiosity, an intrigued expression questioning her reckless boldness. How interesting, that Xolotl could easily crush this minute creature, yet she teased and taunted him, choosing to make herself an equal rather than submitting to help her survival. Her mind worked differently to the monochrome behemoth's, as did most minds, but her mind seemed different in nature to others as well, an anomaly even among the usual, prosaic creatures who roamed the continent. Normality and fitting in seemed to be rather one-dimensional, simple, one-sided, whilst eccentricity went every which way, from this brash show of supposed stupidity by the midget to Xolotl's strange, quiescent ways of observation, of experimentation upon the norm. These things fascinated him, as did most things, fascinated him in a way that most would describe as morbid but he would describe as nothing more but curious.

"Hurt your feelings, little one? Considering that you so recklessly approached me, I was assuming that such meaningless jest would not hurt you, not one bit, my dear." As ever, Xolotl's voice remained monotonous, robotic, simply words and nothing more. And then, in reply to her next comment, the monolithic brute continued, in the same emotionless tone, "Good choice, midget."

Her meaningless taunts meant nothing to Xolotl; he took them as they came—as meaningless words. They would not hurt him just as his words would not hurt her. It was a mutual sort of understanding, between these two oddities. A strange one at that, but it was an understanding nonetheless, an understanding that words did not hurt them, for they were not hurt as the average beast was. They were, in some ways, polar opposites, one a pure lack of emotion and the other some sickly exaggeration of them, but their deviation from what was merely labelled as 'sanity' among others was enough in common to make them all one and the same.

And, just like that, a third joined the peculiar duo, one of impressive stature. By the mere cold ice of his glare and the possessive hint of his first words to the two of them, the newcomer proved himself to be just as unusual as the two already there. This brute, whilst rather hulking in size, was still noticeably smaller than Xolotl, although his mind seemed to stray from the supposed paradigm of normal thought, just as eccentric as the pair that had been conversing just moments ago.

"Greetings, stranger, Quinn... what a lovely scene I walk into..."

It seemed that the mottled fae to which Xolotl had been talking to went by the name of Quinn—an intriguing name, although Xolotl did not dwell upon it. Harsh yellow eyes flashing towards the new arrival, the largest wolf swung his gaze to look at the speaker, taking in the offended's appearance. His countenance seemed to hold some form of anger, although it was not the chaotic fury that he was told signified this emotion. Instead, it was an icy, piercing glare, accompanied by an unmoving expression, one of coldness rather than red hot ire.

After scolding Quinn for straying from her owner, the blue-eyed goliath turned to look at Xolotl, distaste apparent in his every movement. "This female has an owner. I don't know if you were smart enough to have caught on a male's scent on her... or were you too busy looking at her behind to notice?"

At the male's suggestion that Xolotl had been trying to flirt with the aberrant femme, the yellow-eyed brute chuckled an unnatural, somewhat off laugh, as if it was forced, an attempt to copy someone else's genuine amusement. "I have no interest in owning a female. They are only really useful for producing my offspring and I don't know if you've noticed, but I happen to be quite a bit too young for that as of now. Perhaps if you were not too busy looking at her behind to notice, you would have seen that I was merely conversing with this wolf who happened to walk up to me."

I do hope that you have not forgotten that my bloodline shall have to be continued one day, Tlayacatia. There is no harm in owning a female early.

It was the first time that Miquiztli had spoken to the prophet for a while; He seemed to have been rather quiet for the entirety of his encounter with Quinn and her 'boyfriend'. An invisible brow quirking upwards, Xolotl ignored his master temporarily, instead focusing on the situation unfolding before him, but the words stuck in his sizeable skull, to be thought about for a while after they had been said.

[attr="class","post"]Emotions. What a curious thing. So fickle, yet so controlling; they could dominate one's life, seize power over one's actions, despite their fragile, explosive nature. Xolotl did not quite understand emotions as others did; he was more distant, calculated, than the sentimental brutes and bitches who inhabited his homelands. As a consequence of this and his unceasing curiosity for the unknown, he had, naturally, observed emotions with quite the closeness, taking in how they affected the prosaic slaves to emotion's iron grip in comparison to how emotions subtly changed his own character, taking in the unreasonable disquiet that some showed to the smallest of insults and the naïve, pup-like joy given at the smallest, most meaningless gifts. And, from these observations, Xolotl could tell quite quickly that he had caused the emotion of anger within this stranger, his icy eyes burning with fiery rage despite their frigid hue and his, admittedly, impressive muscles tensing suddenly at the other brute's words. The smaller, yet still enormous, male spat out two words, both dripping with undeniable venom, seeming to be riled up at a simple, truthful reply.

And then, as if he was merely giving his short opinion on the day's weather, the opposing brute lunged, pale teeth bared as he recklessly attempted to rip whatever part of Xolotl he could. However, after being so used to killing, including killing prey that fought back, the warrior had built admirable reflexes, and so, lightning-sharp, he moved his jugular and other vitals away from the other beast's fangs. This did not stop him from tearing flesh along his hind thigh, but it most certainly stopped him from dealing any serious damage, which was the only thing that really mattered to Xolotl. As long as he was not permanently or seriously harmed, he could not have cared less about the outcome of the fight.

But perhaps you should, the familiar voice hissed into his ears; it did not come from any particular direction, nor did it seem to emanate from Xolotl's own head; it was, rather, everywhere, despite that only one wolf seemed to be able to hear it.

Spurred on by Miquiztli's soft snarl of harsh encouragement, a new fire burned within the prophet's oculi, an inferno of something akin to determination, more so than fury, although it was, perhaps, something of its own creation. Chest expanding to inhale breath, the monochrome monolith whirled around to face his opponent again, limp tail whipping behind him. His arthritic ankle was at a strange angle, not in line with his other limbs, stiffened at the sudden movement. It did not bother him. He had killed before with his troublesome leg, and he would kill again with his troublesome leg; besides, he had the advantage of size, and being very much used to pain after the shoulder wound that he had sustained from Tarak's foolish attack. Momentarily, Xolotl's mind flitted towards the intriguing femme who had healed the wound which was now closed up—he ought to see her sometime soon. But, with what was going on at that moment, Cihua was irrelevant.

After pouncing at the Kairos wolf, the blue-eyed brute had closed a lot of distance between the two males, giving Xolotl an advantage for his next move—that was, if the stranger did not perform his next move first. Snarling to reveal his own, rather yellow, though razor-sharp, canines, Xolotl lunged forwards, fangs glistening with saliva as he hoped to taste the blood—blood from the vital organs within the other male's throat.