An Elf in the Wolf den.

Tyrael lay in the tree, reclined back on a branch.
His eyes fell back down to gaze at the Lycan, a smirk pulling at his lips.

"And how presumptuous of you to assume that your opinion of my species would even phase me in the slightest."

He chuckled and ran his hand through his hair, this Lycan was not very intelligent if he thought that his words mattered at all to the Elf, it was nothing he had not heard before.

"Such an uncaring asshole," he chuckled as he pushed himself shakily to his feet.

"Does it take personal insult to get you to react? Or should I climb up and grope you again? Maybe fuck you against tree. That would be a sight: a being that loves nature being fucked against a tree."

Zakhar strolled towards the tree, hands moving over his waistcoat, dropping it to the floor.

The Elf scoffed softly.

“If insulting words bothered me do you really think I would move into a coven that housed Lycan?” No, Tyrael knew he would be hated here as soon as he stepped through the gates and caught the strong scent of Lycans.

“You can barely walk and you’re threatening to climb up here and get me? Best of luck to you.”

He replied dismissively, he was quite a way up the tree and he doubted the man could make it up without him shocking him again and causing him to fall to the ground.

“You won’t be laying a paw on me, Zakhar.”

"So says you."

Zakhar could sit and wait for the man to make his way back to the ground. He could be a patient man at times. Right now, he could have the patience of a Saint waiting for Tyrael to move.

He leaned back against the tree, arms crossed over his chest.

"Who will crack first?"

"You realize I am an Elf right?
I can draw nutrients from the plants, you'll starve to death before I do."

He replied with a chuckle and he lay back against the trunk, letting his eyes flutter shut.

Tyrael could use a nap and he was more than able to stay up here for a very long time, that or he would have no problem jumping from tree to tree until he lost the Lycan.

Transforming was also an option, by no means did the Lycan have him trapped but he would humor him for a while and stay put.

"We'll see."

He had gone a long time without food. Lycan ate more than humans but they could also go longer without food.

Lycans were built to survive; starvation wouldn't set in for a good long while.

He began humming the same obnoxiously cheery tune that he had been humming in the library. He could go back to trying to piss off the man as much as he could now.

"We will indeed."
He replied with a chuckle as he lay there with his hands behind his head.

"I suppose I should be flattered, you're going through a lot of trouble just to pester me, or are you simply not use to not getting what you want?"

He asked openly, ignoring the man's humming, he could deal with it out here now that he wasn't trying to read.

"I have nothing better to do at moment and you have such amusing reactions. Why not spend my time trying to piss you off?"

He loved the barely concealed annoyance and the fight the man had in him.

He wondered idly if he could train the man to use his affinity with electricity for electrosex instead of pain. He liked that idea a lot. He would definitely have to put some effort into attempting to train the man when he could catch him off guard.

Zakhar ran his fingers through his hair idly with a hum.

"You must live a very boring life wolf, if you have nothing better to do than follow me around."

He mused over that thought for a moment, granted he had no where he needed to be at the moment, he had left his duties back home to his second, Tyrael had decided it was time to go off on his own for a while.

There was only so long he could do the same job without getting bored.

The Elf let out a soft yawn as he relaxed against the tree, he really was enjoying his time up on the branch.

"There are busy days and there are boring."

He had days when he was back and forth like a blue arsed fly and he had days where he did nothing but lie around reading.

Today was a day where he had nothing to do. Evgeni and Lino were off doing their own things and he had nothing of importance to get done so he had found something to do.

That something was currently sitting up in the branches of the tree he was leaning against.

"Well this will be a boring day then, if you plan on sitting under this tree all day, I'm quite comfortable and not in any rush to move."

This wolf was persistent, thought most of them were when they found prey worth chasing, he would be up here for quite a while if the Lycan had decided that he was worthy game.

Still he could hold out for days if he had to.

"I like occasional lazy day."

The Elf wouldn't be able to dissuade him from playing chase. He was quite happy with his eyes set on Tyrael and he was going to stay put until the Elf fled the tree.

He didn't care how long he had to wait; two minutes, two hours, two days. He'd sit and wait for the Elf for as long as it took. He was interesting prey so he wasn't going to back down any time soon.

Tyrael went silent after that, he had no desire to make this wait pleasurable for the Lycan by indulging in conversation.

Two days past of them sitting in near silence, he had watch people come and go from the mansion but none of them hand venture near to their tree, the Elf had spent is time resting, though staying on alert in case the Lycan decided to try and climb the tree.

He was growing impatient, the days rolled on the Lycan barely moved, though hunger was not a problem for him, the plants nearby were feeding him, but his body was growing stiff and sore from staying still for so long, he was used to moving around a lot, not staying still.

He glanced down at the Lycan, he seemed to be asleep but there was no way to check without the chance of waking him.

Tyrael sat up silently, crouching on the branch, if he could jump from tree to tree fast enough the wolf would not be able to catch up and he would be able to escape him.

The Elf did just that, pouncing from branch to branch, swinging effortless from the branches as he sped quickly through the forest and away from the Lycan.

Zakhar hadn't had a wink of sleep in the two days he had been waiting.

His body was relaxed as he leaned back against the tree, eyes closed, fingers weaved together on his stomach.

When he heard the branch shift, his eyes snapped open and his head tilted up.

He had jumped.

Tyrael had made a move; let the games begin.

Zakhar pushed off the tree, following the Elf from the ground. His movements were slightly clumsy through lack of sleep and food, but he managed to keep up with the Elf fairly well.

He cursed softly as the Lycan gave chase, he had hoped the man was asleep but it seemed that his movements were fatigued and clumsy, perhaps he would be able to get away from him.

Tyrael moved faster, jumping from the branches skillfully, but his body ached in protest from the lack of movements for the last few days.

Giving a Lycan the thrill of the chance was never a good idea, once something ran they only wanted it more but he couldn't stop now, he'd just be stuck up another tree for days.

He wasn't fast enough to out run the Lycan on the ground.
The sound of tearing filled the silence as his clothes tore away from his body and he transformed into a jaguar, his coat looking black in the shade but showed tints of teal in the sunshine.

He pounce down from the tree and sprinted across the ground, sprinting towards the garden.

Zakhar grinned widely when the man transformed.

He could give chase to cats better than he could humans.

His own clothes tore as he transformed into a large black wolf. Lycan had the advantage over Elves. Lycan's transformations were always so muc larger than the average animal.

It gave them more ground when they ran. The jaguar's long strides were easily matched by those of the wolf chasing it.

The jaguar's long ears pinned flat against it's head as he heard the sound of the Lycan's clothes tearing and his footsteps becoming heavier, that could only mean one thing.

He let out a loud hiss, clearly irritated by the man's persistence.
His body remained low to the ground, his strides widening as he tried to run faster to put some more distance between the two of them.

If the wolf were to catch him he knew that in this form he would be easily over powered and if he were to change back with the man holding a grip on him, his chances would not be much better.

Zakhar grinned mentally, pushing himself faster to try and catch up to the wider strides of the jaguar.

The more he ran, the more Zakhar wanted to catch him.

He loved the thrill of the chase and he was determined to come out of this chase the victor.

The Lycan gave a loud bark, tail wagging.

Tyrael could only imagine what would happen if the Lycan caught up to him, none of the outcomes were desirable so he refused to be caught, perhaps if he could make it inside he would be able to retreat to the safety of his room.

Even if he escaped the man now he doubted that would deter the man from finding him another day.

A growl rumbled in his chest, all his efforts to avoid causing trouble had been for nothing now that he had a Lycan on his tail.

He was so close to the cat now.

If he just reached out a little... Zakhar stretched, nipping at the tip of the jaguar's tail then giving a loud bark.

he'd stay on his tail like this for a while, let panic set in, make sure the cat knew he couldn't escape. And then he would pounce.

The jaguar's eyes narrowed as his tail was nipped, hissing loudly again as he tried to run faster toward to mansion, adrenaline pumped through his body but his body could only manage so much speed and he was at his limit.

His heart rate picked up slightly, beating in his chest as he body protested at the extreme movement after being still for so long.

He cursed as he realized he would not be able to lose the Lycan, his only hope was getting to the mansion before the Lycan pounced.

They were in the middle of the lawn, there were no trees for him to climb up, the one benefit of being a feline was his ability to climb and that benefit had been taken away.

That hiss. Pure frustration. He loved it.

Now that the cat had nowhere to climb, his advantage was taken away. Zakhar was best on flat ground. He was faster when he didnt have to worry about weaving through trees.

And right now, he was going to put that to good use.

With another loud bark, he pounced.

The jaguar roared as he was knocked over by the Lycan, on reflex he dug his claws into the wolf's soft stomach as he rolled onto his back, the large beast looming over him.

He snarled, baring his teeth up at him as his back legs pushed against him and tried to kick and push the animal off of him.

There were so few things he could do in this situation, the Lycan was physically stronger than him and he was in a position that was a disadvantage even between two beasts who had equal strength.

His racked his brain for possible solutions, anything that he could do the get free.

He stood above the cat, pinning him down, looking down at him with a cocky tilt to his head.

I caught little cat, he chuckled darkly, bowing his head to lave his tongue over the jaguar's face, leaving behind mass amounts of saliva.

Two days he had waited for this.

He wasn't disappointed with how helpless the Elf looked under him.

His feline feature contorted into a sneer as the Lycan licked him, even in his animal form his body still kept the piercing which clad his Elven body.

Tyrael bit onto the Lycan's throat as he bowed his head, pressing his tongue against the Lycan's throat, his silver bar pressing against the sensitive flesh.

His claws continued to rake at the Lycan's limbs and stomach, trying to inflict some damage.