Of Wolves and Men

Lino's heart rate picked up a little from feeling afraid. He didn't speak Russian, only Italian and very little English.

He could tell from their tones though that whatever it was they were saying it was negative. Except for the other male lycan, the one that looked like the woman. He seemed like he was trying to defuse the situation.

To make his master happy Lino stepped in closer to the tall Russian man, so their bodies were pressed right up against each others. He leaned his head against Zakhar, but his hands remained at his sides, his eyes looking at the ground.

Smiley stood there, feeling a sudden wave of boredom sweep over him. These creatures fighting over their properties, who's is what and how and when. Gibberish. And it wasn't just lycans, he had seen vampires, even humans with similar forms of enslavement such as this. It only proved to him that all creatures with the same, dull, carbon copy of one another. Whether they enslave one another with violence, chains, fear, or rings it was all the same to Smiley. All of these dead beings pretending to be animated.

He licks his upper lip and starts studying Zakhar once more. He wonders why he wears his hair so long. It obviously irritates him if he must keep brushing it back behind his ear so repetitively. A sign of insanity perhaps? Possibly as Einstein defined it, to keep repeating the same action over and over again expecting a new result. Maybe this man wanted to showcase what he called insanity as a form of intimidation. If that were the case it was something subconscious. This Zakhar creature would not want to believe he is insane, he made his own world, constructing it around him, building his walls, claiming his domain one powerful step at a time.

Smiley wonders how the beast looks when he's begging for life.

As he usually does when thinking thoughts such as these, Smiley's eyes grow a certain mask over them, shielding his thoughts from the crowd around him, but his lips reveal more than his eyes ever could. The corners of his mouth curl up in a menacing fashion. It is clear he is not a normal being when he holds this expression. He is a creature from the darkest corners of this earth.

Zakhar gave a bright, pleasant smile - that in itself meant danger. "YA pokazhu vam bolʹ khuzhe, chem vy mozhete sebe predstavitʹ," he promised in an airy voice.

His lip twitched when the brother spoke, arm tightening around Lino.

"Derzhite yeye na korotkom povodke." His tone was still overly pleasant and the smile still curved his lips. There would be trouble if the woman pissed him off and he'd be the one coming out of it better off.

His lips pressed against Lino's ear. "Alza lo sguardo, tu non sei patetico, bambino debole." He had mixed feelings about this broken Lino. He liked utter control but he wanted to see a fire in the boy's eyes.

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I will show you pain worse than you can imagine

Keep her on a short leash.

Raise your gaze; you're no pathetic, weak child.

Dmitri closed his eyes and resisted the urge to curl his lip

he had to be the voice of reason, mainly for his sister, despite his own pride, and the wolf inside him raring at the challenge

being a Pureblood meant he was a very proud creature, and any challenges to his pride were hard to ignore and keep cool about it

however, he had practiced utter control of his emotions for a long time now

the other was stronger...he had to protect his sister

YA budu ubeditʹsya, chto ona ne bolʹno, vy ili vash malʹchik. Kogda ya vokrug neye, po krayney mere. he said, hazy and icy eyes glaring hard at the other, the not so subtle hint was that he could turn a blind eye and let his sister do whatever she wanted

and when he did that, entire villages died

his eyes drifted down to the broken boy and then looked away again

he could not see anything in the boy, as that was mainly what his sister would do.

he would leave her to her plans for the boy, as it was obvious she was wanting to befriend him

Ana had decided to ignore the big lycan and instead was looking intently at the little lycan

she saw a spark of something in him...she woundered if she could make the spark become a fire if she provoked it enough

she giggled

that would be a fun game

wriggling from her brother's grip, she danced over to Smiley and gave him a hug

he seemed like her and Dmitri, so she like him already and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek

that tall one isn't very nice. he's too self confident. it'll get him killed if he's not careful. also, that little one of his deserves better. i may actually try and stir up a fire in him to annoy his master! she giggled in a whisper only Smiley would eb able to hear, grinning broadly

she wanted to stir up some trouble and have some fun

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i will make sure she doesn't hurt you or your boy there. when i'm around her at least.

As soon as Zakhar uttered the words into his ear, Lino looked up at the other's, taking them all in truly for the first time. They all had such powerful auras about them. Something he lacked.

"E woulde neverr" Was all he mumbled out, staring at the woman. His voice was young sounding, slightly raspy. His accent was thick.

Smiley didn't move an inch as the female lycan embraced and kissed him. His hands stay calmly tucked in his pockets and his eyes flicker silently behind his skull. He grins and looks down at his feet, shaking his head softly back and forth, his messy brown hair swaying around the frame of his white face.

"What's the purpose of that? The only object that can have a fire stirred up in it is a furnace and that," He nods his head toward Lino, "Is a footstool~" He basically purrs this out to the female, his eyes glancing over to Zakhar's, his words spoken just loud enough for the others to hear them.

"Yesli ona popadayet na moi plokhiye storony , ya ne schitayu sebya otvetstvennostʹ za svoi deystviya," he said simply.

He wasn't very good at controlling his anger. If someone riled him up, he'd snap and lash out even if he didn't mean to. He was a violent man.

His lips curled upwards when his boy looked up and spoke. "Bravo ragazzo," he purred softly, stroking the boy's arm.

His eyes turned to Smiles and he gave a small smile, raising his free hand to push his hair out of his eyes again.

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If she gets on my bad side, I do not hold myself accountable for my actions.

Good boy

Ana giggled

even footstools can catch fire. he just needs the right spark, and he'll burn his master's feet she snickered and stepped back

however, her eyes narrowed as she glared at the other russian lycan, and went over to Dmitri

for everyone's sake. he grounded her, she could be there to back him up and be his eyes, and they were stronger together than apart.

she didn't like the derogative terms she was being reffered to, but her brother said to keep calm, so she did just that

...

however, her mind was ticking away with all kinds of gruesome ways of hurting and killing the man in front of her

she snickered darkly as her eyes flashed, enjoying her thoughts

Dmitri shook his head and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close and burrying his nose in her hair

Lino looked at the woman, no readable emotion on his face. His brow twitched slightly and he looked up at the tall Russian man holding him close.

"Maestro, possiamo lasciare queste persone?" He asked in a near whisper, his pale blue eyes hollow. It was one thing for Zakhar to mock him or make him feel like he was an object. But he didn't want to hear it from these people.

It also made his gut knot how they mocked Zakhar as well. Zakhar was powerful, violent, strong. He demanded respect. How could anyone not show him that?

Smiley's lips turn up into a crooked grin when he hears Ana's reply, a clever response indeed. He could sense the instability about her person, the way emotion danced about wildly in her eyes, a fire hidden behind blue orbs. It reminded him of himself when he was younger.

He tilts his head back against the wall and closes his eyes, his neck stretched out, a rosy pink splotch on this throat where his adam's apple rests. Their squabble, though very amusing, is now making him feel as though he is trapped in a kennel of barking, whining mutts. He laughs to himself at the thought, his fingers twitching in his pockets silently, and he licks his upper lip.

He lets the pound-like atmosphere engulf him as his thoughts swirl.

Zakhar's eyes turned down to Lino and he nodded.

"Sì, lasciamo," he replied turning and guiding Lino away from the group. He was getting bored of their company.

He didn't turn or call out anything to the others as he left.