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Blue-tipped ears flip passively back as a soft huff leaves the navy of his mouth - he remembers the drowned kingdom of Pangea; its ruler a terrible beast, his reign of terror almost comparable to the one who had been its creator. Warrick grimaces at the reminder of the kingdom, clearly displeased with the Carnage’s obvious love for his own creation that now sits dead at the bottom of the sea.
Here they stood - two complete opposites, yet sharing a bloodline - both needing one thing from the other. It is this reason that keeps Warrick from simply turning and walking away; despite Warrick’s need to protect his kingdom, it is obvious that Carnage required something from him as well. The bay stallion’s chin lifts slightly, meeting Carnage’s gaze with an almost challenging stare as the dark god creates a situation of tension and submission, hellbent on emasculating the other with a barely containable delight.
There is a moment of hesitation and perhaps Carnage would imagine that Warrick would refuse. There is a brief moment where he considers doing so; spitting in the dark god’s face before spreading his icily-frozen wings and taking to the skies to solve his problem with a different solution. Time clicks ever so slowly, seemingly forever yawning on between the two, before there is a bend in Warrick’s right knee that allows him to do exactly what Carnage so amusedly asked for.
</br></br><div class="toni_quote">WARRICK</div></div></div></div></center>
@[Carnage] warrick accepts <3
i am so terribly sorry that i poofed and am just now replying to this
please forgive me <3
Blue-tipped ears flip passively back as a soft huff leaves the navy of his mouth - he remembers the drowned kingdom of Pangea; its ruler a terrible beast, his reign of terror almost comparable to the one who had been its creator. Warrick grimaces at the reminder of the kingdom, clearly displeased with the Carnage’s obvious love for his own creation that now sits dead at the bottom of the sea.
Here they stood - two complete opposites, yet sharing a bloodline - both needing one thing from the other. It is this reason that keeps Warrick from simply turning and walking away; despite Warrick’s need to protect his kingdom, it is obvious that Carnage required something from him as well. The bay stallion’s chin lifts slightly, meeting Carnage’s gaze with an almost challenging stare as the dark god creates a situation of tension and submission, hellbent on emasculating the other with a barely containable delight.
There is a moment of hesitation and perhaps Carnage would imagine that Warrick would refuse. There is a brief moment where he considers doing so; spitting in the dark god’s face before spreading his icily-frozen wings and taking to the skies to solve his problem with a different solution. Time clicks ever so slowly, seemingly forever yawning on between the two, before there is a bend in Warrick’s right knee that allows him to do exactly what Carnage so amusedly asked for.
</br></br><div class="toni_quote">WARRICK</div></div></div></div></center>
@[Carnage] warrick accepts <3
i am so terribly sorry that i poofed and am just now replying to this
please forgive me <3