he could care less now.

His massive bulk settles against her, all possession and heated cravings. He was bold with his desires, caring not of what the dog would think. So when his teeth graze the thickness of her charcoaled body he allows a rumble to flow from him. He was a mad king this brute, desperate for another moment alone with his harlot. How selfish of him, to desire to keep her locked away in his talons away from the world and prying eyes that dare look upon her wicked beauty. The mere thought of it was agonizing as voices whisper promises of punishment for those that dwell too close.

It didn't help that raven was touching her.

His icy gaze reluctantly shifts from his poisonous delight to the scarred girl before them. Her reply is simple one and his lip curls in distaste as a brief chortle falls into their minds like a smoky haze. "running isn't my forte." his baritones are dry, laced with disapproval. "but at least now i know of your character." and once again, like clockwork, the dame is running. Well, attempting to; as the wolf's head meets his tigress' chin, he stiffens muscles tightening in discomfort and subtle rage. do. Not. touch. Her." his words are broken apart, each one a deliberate demand. No. his regan was a warrior, a wicked curse that delights in the blood of their enemies. He disapproves of her being this close to someone such as raven.

He can feel his flesh crawl, not amused by this strange attraction between raven and regan. As if they belong to each other, or to someone. "Go." the beast's voice is a thick rumble, eyes flashing at Raven. Why did regan need to go with her? What the hell was going on between these two? Her sin tinted frame leaves him, her body beginning to pace as she replies to Raven. He snarls, a low tone of distaste falling from now slackened jaws. The wolf can leave by itself, after all she has done it before. But of course, the feral cat before him begins her tangent and as her threat slides into his mind like venom the cat yawns, rolling onto his back and gazing at her like a tomcat. "don't threaten me with a good time. If you must, come get the answers you seek from me." his deep voice is a husky erotic song in her mind, though now may not be the time for jokes.

Blood's intoxicating aroma breaks through to him and his head snaps to the side,eyes fixating on the monochromatic form of his twin. He would leave the question answering to the scarred she-wolf, he can't be bothered and it would be amusing to watch the girl squirm. Maybe it would turn into a fight, and in that case he would instigate all he likes. However, timing of his brother is impeccable, a worthy distraction from a sure beating from Regan. Of course the bastard was eating something, honestly he killed out of boredom. He probably wasn't even hungry.

Their relationship was a curious one, but the bond there was almost instant. The questions in regards to them and who they were will be answered later, for now, lets return to the task at hand, shall we?

The beast rises, removing himself from the two females and ignoring regan's demands. His heavy mass lopes lazily over the earth, all power and hidden fury. His target is his brother, the laid back cat an all too much reflection of the Viking King. he draws near, head lowering to snarl as body presses against his twin, attempting to push him from his kill. He lays, facing his brother with back turned to the two of them as he growls, attempting to gain a bite or two from the other. Surely there would be talons meeting flesh and minimal roaring as the brothers tussle over the treat. But boys will be boys and he welcomes whatever pain the other would deal to him. A welcome distraction from the presence of Raven and the questions surrounding her relationship with his tigress.