The Wolf and the Lamb
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Thread Topic: The Wolf and the Lamb
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"Yes, hinting something. You do get what I'm saying, right..?" Cyrus raised an eyebrow, confused and wanting to know if the lamb actually had no idea about what he was saying. "I'm.. I'm taller than you, and stronger, so come on-- Don't do that." The alpha gave him a quick glare. "I told you, my name is Cyrus, adorable tiny lamb.." He fell quiet when Basil looked down at him. A small blush tinted his cheeks, and he shrugged. "I accidentally cut my palm with my claws. If you want to, you can, but it's not necessary. I'll survive." The wolf looked at the pack again, then returned his gaze to the lamb. "No. I take in those who are eager to join my pack, so long as they aren't too soft hearted. Some are alone, though they occasionally join friends." Cyrus paused. "Well, I.. I meant that.. I can show you, if you want. I figured that, well.." He was flustered now, and breaking off- something he hadn't done for ages. "I thought that you would want to get used to being with another person in a room and such before I showed you. I guess it doesn't matter, though."
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"Nope, I don't think I do. What do you mean by hinting?" Basil paused to grab Cryus's other hand and look it over. "And I told you my name is Basil. I'm not tiny. Just thin because I don't eat meat." He looked up at the other seriously. He knew the wolf was likely used to being injured, probably worse than the scratches on his hands, but still, the lamb wanted to show that he was good at something. "I'll clean it when get there. I'm not going to let you, or anyone else, get sick from such a little wound." He smiled softly at the blush on the wolf's cheeks, giggling sweetly. "Being in the same room with someone doesn't bother me, just.. You don't intend to take the bath with me, do you? You can show me how to use a tub without staying in the room after you've shown me."
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"Dear lord, you don't know.. I'll let you know in due time, Basil. When we get to that subject in a later conversation, I well certainly explain you what hinting means. And.. Don't ask someone else, okay? They might not explain it correctly." Cyrus's grin returned as the lamb checked his hand. "You're thin and tiny." His grin faded when he saw the serious look on the lamb's face. He took this as a silent warning to pay attention. "I'm used to getting sick, though. I have a strong immune system. Really, Basil, I'll be fine.." He sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "Well, I'm getting myself dirty, so I might need to take one before you.. Or join you.. Come on, you aren't a girl like you've said before. We can share a quick bath."
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"Come ooon. Tell me, tell me!" Basil bounced on his toes a bit, wanting to know what Cyrus was talking about more than anything in that moment. But he was brought back to attention by the teasing at his height and size again. "I'm not tiny." The lamb shook his head in response to the other, despite what Cyrus said about his immune system being strong. He didn't care if the wolf was immune to cancer. "Well, I'm not used to getting sick. So if you get sick, I'll get even more sick. You don't want me to get sick, do you, Cyrus?" He flushed at the thought of being exposed to the alpha, those hungry eyes staring at his flesh. "It doesn't matter if I'm not a girl. Maybe I don't want others looking at my body..."
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"Basil, just because you're begging to know doesn't mean that you'll influence me to tell you what it means," Cyrus grunted at the lamb, noting that he was nearly jumping around like an eager pup. He rolled his eyes, snorting. "And I'm not a puppy. Perhaps we should come to agreement not to call each other such things." He glanced down at Basil, shocked that he was pressing it. To the wolf, injuries that weren't threatening his life had never bothered him, and seeing the lamb bugging him over a self-inflicted wound surprised him. "I.. Err.. I guess not. But I don't think I'd get sick over something this small, and all I need to do is stick it in water, right?" The alpha tilted his head slightly, wondering if there was more to caring for your hand than he had originally thought. "Hmph.. What if I promise not to look? I keep promises."
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"You're a big meanie, you know?" Basil huffed and ceased his movements. Once more, Cyrus could be a condescending jerk. Although the agreement he could deal with. "All right. I'm not tiny, you're not a puppy. Say anything close to it, and I'll start calling you a puppy again." The lamb went back to looking at the other's hand, lightly touching the drying punctures with his finger tips. He looked at the other, wide-eyed at what he was saying. "Water rinses the blood and dirt out of the way, but we need to clean it properly with soap to get rid of bacteria. Even small wounds can get infected." Basil was glad to know there were things he knew and understood better than the wolf, even if it was common sense to him. He rolled his eyes at the promise. "How would you even wash yourself if you can't see? And you'd be in the bath with me. You'd probably sneak a peek or..feel me.." The smaller wrinkled his nose, face red from his growing embarrassment.
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"Meanie? What are you, five years old? You can call me a jerk, you know. It's fine. We're both adults.. Or at least close to being ones." Cyrus looked at him with a gentle but serious expression. "Deal." His gaze went soft as he watched Basil examine his hand. It was interesting to watch the lamb's expressions change as they talked, he thought suddenly. Now, the alpha was watching Basil's face, not what he was doing. "Uh-huh.. I'm sure we can get some of that in the bathroom there. Oh, I guess I'll have to show you how to use some of the other appliances there, so you can clean it with the tools available to you." He narrowed his eyes when Basil rolled his own. "I would be able to see, I'd just focus on myself instead of you. Sheesh, I'm not that bad of a wolf. I can swear on my claws I won't look so you can feel as safe as you can be with a wolf sharing tub space with you." He snorted at the other's blush. "Why the red face?"
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"Okay. How about this? You're an ass." Basil told him, the curse feeling strange coming from his mouth. In his voice. He smiled though when they came to an agreement with their name-calling. "Thank you, alpha Cyrus." The lamb prince wasn't aware of his frequently changing facial expressions. He just made whatever face felt right to him in every moment, oblivious of the wolf staring at him. "I know we can. I could wash help you wash it in the tub. And I honestly don't care for these 'appliances'. It's not like we're going to live there the rest of our lives." Basil glanced away from him, trying to avoid the subject of his red cheeks. "As if I'd trust that. And I don't know what you're talking about."
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"That's better in terms of me telling you to get better at complaining about my attitude. However, I'm somewhat offended that you said I'm an ass. I'm a wolf, not a donkey." Cyrus smirked as he played with Basil's insult. "No need for the ass kissing unless you want to, prince Basil." The wolf felt himself getting heated up, but it wasn't out of anger- he finally had someone to tease, but also someone to talk to. He was mostly silent in his pack unless someone openly came up to him or he needed to speak. There was a pause. "Hmph. You're going to need to learn about them sooner or later, so I don't need to teach you at the next Inn we stay at." He grinned once more. "Well then. I know, you don't. We'll have to fix that."
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"I'll complain about your attitude in anyway I please. And maybe I disagree. I think you look like a donkey, to be honest. So ass works for you." Basil toyed back at the other, smiling mostly to himself. "I'm not sure if you're trying to kiss mine or get to it, but I personally prefer the first. Keep kissing my ass. Your prince orders it." His smile lasted through their conversation about appliances, the lamb claiming everything probably worked the same. Though the color never left his face, and Basil narrowed his eyes at the wolf in suspicious. "What are you getting at? Fix what? Nothing's broken."
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"Oh? Not a moment ago you were using baby words until I spoke up for you... Tch. Watch it, or I'll go wolf on you," Cyrus was half joking. If he got too angry, he sometimes transformed- he still couldn't control the transformation from half man to full wolf because he wasn't quite an adult yet. He still pretended like he was one, for the sake of his pack, who had to deal with a teenager as their leader. "Don't make me laugh. I'd rather eat stale meat than kiss your butt. Prince or not, I'll never listen to that order." The alpha stuck his tongue out like a child, giving him a fake disgusted look. For just a bit, he supposed he could act like his age- his immaturity from being a pup returning, for this one moment with the lamb. When Basil looked at him funny, he paused, snorting and laughing. "It's an expression, Basil.. I'm going to "fix" your knowledge. You're blushing, smart one. Or you just have a really red face all of the sudden.. If I had a mirror, I'd show you. Are you feeling okay?"
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"Are you sure you won't go donkey on me? I mean, since you still kind of look like one after all." Basil didn't know of anyone being able to change into the animal they descended from, so the very thought of it made him giggle a bit. A silly fantasy to think anyone could turn into their spirit animal. He could tell that the other wasn't as mature as he tried to be, and it made the lamb smirk teasingly. "Meat doesn't get stale..It only rots. It's disgusting. But if ingesting bugs is what you like, then I won't stop you. I think kissing my butt would be better though, don't you?" The lamb knew he was in no place to make demands or order anyone around, but there was something between himself and the wolf. He just couldn't figure out what. Basil huffed in response to the other, shaking his head. "I'm not blushing. You're just seeing things because you lack sleep and a proper diet. And what's a mirror?"
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"I'm quite sure you're talking about yourself. I'm a wolf, a man of the night. You're more like a donkey than I am." Cyrus looked away, hiding a pout that would have formed on his face. He couldn't remember the last time someone had played with him like this. He glanced at the lamb when he heard a giggle and looked shocked to see a smirk on Basil's face. "Why are you smirking like that? And oh, please. Maybe I can eat the meat, get sick, and then get you sick too. That way you'll know how much I don't want to touch your butt." The alpha turned his head once more, focusing on the outside scenery. They were getting closer to the town now; the trees were thinning out, and he could see the sun sinking closer to the ground slowly in the distance. "I know colors and I know most emotions. You're blushing." He paused, smiling. "We might see one at the inn. A mirror is this.. Object that you use to see yourself. It's almost like glass, but.. Mm.. It's more like water. It reflects off images. But it's harder than water. I've only ever seen them a few times, though they're interesting."
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"I don't eat eat grass and dirt. Nor am I infested with flees. Like you~" Basil grinned, actually enjoying the volley of teases that they passed between each other was a refreshing change to his life. He had to admit that no matter how scared and homesick he felt, traveling around with a pack of wolves was exciting. Once they were used to him being around, if they ever got used to him, they would be like his protectors on all sides. He would feel safe. "Food poisoning doesn't work like that. You'd really eat baby flies, those ugly white worms? Gross. Hope you never find a she-wolf. I don't think she'd want to kiss you if she knew that." The prince stuck his tongue out in disgust and looked out at the town. It was so much different from his home, and he wanted to explore it while they were there. Cyrus's voice pulled him to attention again when he continued to tease about the color of his face. "Whatever. I'm not blushing. And I don't know what glass is either, but I think I know what you're getting at with water."
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"You don't eat meat, though. Just. Like. A. Donkey!" Cyrus stomped, snorting once more. He was getting heated up from the feeling of teasing the other and being teased; it was certainly different from arguing with the pups for entertainment. He enjoyed the feeling. No, he enjoyed Basil. The alpha liked the idea of him, and as he felt a sudden desire to touch the lamb even more, he paused to gaze at the other. Feelings were stirring up inside of him, feelings he wasn't aware he had for anyone. But they passed as quickly as they came, and he looked away once more. "They're protein," he protested as his crystal blue eyes sparkled in the dying light. "They might taste gross, but they're protein. We've eaten bugs before, on accident.. I used to do it on purpose, when I was a pup. So did some of the she-wolves, so.." He stuck his tongue out back, though his was teasing. "You believe that, then. I'll show you, alright? In fact, maybe we can stick around town for a little bit tomorrow so I can show you a lot of man-made objects.. The others might like a day off of walking. Get some already made food."
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