"fear the Vulture and it will come. fear nothing and you are the Vulture."

The winged woman’s quick, hasty “no” belied the lingering of her eyes on his own flesh just moments before— but those covertly appreciative glances were quickly replaced by her anger and violence (but he did not miss them; he had spent a lifetime finding women who gave his hide such looks). “I would never allow a stallion to tie me up like this.” His brows rose at her words, a roughish grin covering his starkly white maw, “Don’t knock it ’til you try it, sk—” but whatever nickname he was about to bestow on the tangled raptor was lost beneath the sharply irritated words of the golden-winged man.

Narrowing yellow eyes snapped to the young cockblock stallion, watching him drop his head to his chest in (what Gaal guessed to be) an attempt to rein in the exasperation that riddled his tone. Amusement flew across his red and yellow eyes, an a low chuckle hummed quietly in his throat, “You didn’t? Well you're lucky enough to have found the lovely lady all trussed up. The man who left her must be cracked.” Hilarity rumbled beneath his rough voice as he suggestively winked at the other, younger man— suspecting that he didn’t find himself lucky at the current moment. 

“Fokof as jy hier nie om jou te help.” The next set of words were also sharp, but stingingly sarcastic and coming from the trapped woman. His pale head cocked slightly, “That’s no way to get anyone to help you, no matter how beautiful you look in all those vines.” There was a mock-chiding that entered his gruff voice, though his eyes darted to ‘Aeolus’ as he answered the Korofi mare’s questions and introduced himself. 

An ice blue glance seemed to ask if he was going to help in untangling the mare. A sigh blew out his nostrils as he grumbled in vain, realizing that Aeolus the gallant was going to help this mare out without bartering for pleasurable services, “What are we going to get out of this, skerpvrou?” But he didn’t really expect an answer.

Though, as he his eyes saw some vines wrapped tauntingly tightly around her haunches and he realized that they would need to be unwrapped by someone, his face brightened as he also drew closer to her. “If you keep still, it shouldn’t hurt too badly,” his grin was wicked as his muzzle reached out to slowly peel the thorns out of her lithe muscle of her hindquarters. 


skerpvrou= sharp woman

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