[ Rafa turns at the touch, and the scent hits him at once.
Strong, potent faerie magic. The old kind, the kind attached to their leaders. Morgana has this scent. The last time he caught it was in battle with her, and he'd fought through so many of them to reach her, missing her by inches. He hasn't smelled it since then. Since he's been here, he hasn't encountered a single faerie, and yet his reaction is as though he'd come straight from the front lines.
He pulls his arm away, regardless of the fact that there's no mark down the stranger's neck, regardless of the fact that he's being polite. He bears lengthened fangs, his shoulders setting in defence. He absolutely expects to be attacked. ]
I imagine you are. If you think I will let you take any against their will, you are wrong.
[ Of course, this is dangerous. There's a black stripe down Rafa's neck, yet he's facing off with a Dominant. He hasn't done that once, and even in the Down, it's going to cause stares. ]
Lies
Strong, potent faerie magic. The old kind, the kind attached to their leaders. Morgana has this scent. The last time he caught it was in battle with her, and he'd fought through so many of them to reach her, missing her by inches. He hasn't smelled it since then. Since he's been here, he hasn't encountered a single faerie, and yet his reaction is as though he'd come straight from the front lines.
He pulls his arm away, regardless of the fact that there's no mark down the stranger's neck, regardless of the fact that he's being polite. He bears lengthened fangs, his shoulders setting in defence. He absolutely expects to be attacked. ]
I imagine you are. If you think I will let you take any against their will, you are wrong.
[ Of course, this is dangerous. There's a black stripe down Rafa's neck, yet he's facing off with a Dominant. He hasn't done that once, and even in the Down, it's going to cause stares. ]