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What was there to say to that? To her blithe dismissal that could’ve been a sweet sigh. How little he cared about whether she cared how tired his tried and true go too response was..

He was the pony with one trick. A man with one band and single celled thoughts. With magic that screamed keep. If she’d been a Princess, a General Queen, a Youmalgia writhing in the rift. How his response would’ve been the same — how bound up he was by the drive of his magic that lay deeper than the surface; sung though his bones and begged keep - every single ******** time.

Entitled thing, his essence was, sphere which screamed that what he wanted should’ve been his. If that was Cybele? So be it. If her life was the bright shining prize on the table — then what better to do than grab it while he had the chance?

Before someone else stole it out between his fingers.

Especially when fighting her was the easiest dance to fall into, even as bone met flesh and her knuckles snapped his head to the side, eyes wild with pain and joy for the taste of copper and bruise hat would form along his jaw. Quick to retaliate by yanking on the magic harsh, hiking a knee into her soft center.

No angry geese at her side or battles raging to distract in the background — Only some lumbering deer beast fleeing into the distance; though it would’ve taken an act of something divine to drive him off now.

Wild animal grin - and humans smiled to show they were friendly - to diffuse tension. Where beasts bore their fangs for a bevy of other reasons. Like now - hungry bite that bled over joy. The grit of grin to show that neither would be bested by the other.

The look on her face? Subsequent shudder that it sent up his spine for how much he liked it there, just that way. Liked to see how flashquick she was with every new motion. Wanted to put her on her toes, on her back, in the dirt; to lunge at her throat and watch red run over tar-black pathways until the surrounding snow melted away with the runoff of their fight.

Buckled nearly at the knee with the impact, refused to give his feet or lose his ankles in it. So he bent - took his lumps and jabbed to grab for her shoulder. To dig his nails in and throw his weight towards what he deemed a weaker point.

Bindings that broke, dissipated into loose ashen air and reformed across his skin as she made her vie for distance -- and he was willing to give it to her. Barked a laugh laced with pain for the kick and ripped free his red tinged grip on her shoulder.

Felt the lingering taste of letters that would've become a Lash - where they dripped sweet silken honey across his tongue. Where the magic sung for more - for finally - for right ******** now! He'd never flayed a hind before. Wondered if Cybeles pelt would've looked as good on him as the Nemean lion's did when draped across the shoulders of Hercules.

Wanted ---

All that want made a ruin of as the deer charged in. Albite's joy became a breathless shout. His anger nearly comical where it warred on his features with the drop-dead awe at being interrupted.

Chorus of pissed off "Mother ********>" that tangled messy as his dreads. Albite scrabbled to skid free of Cybele and the beasts cloven hooves, lest he become the newest piece of thing skewered shishkabob style on it's heaving rack. Escaped with grazes sharp enough to catch cloth and skin. To draw lines of blood over muscle -- his attention now firmly latched on the far bigger threat that'd so rudely inserted itself between them.

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‘Bitch’ — trampled though his head, as he shouted “Rude!” after her retreating form. Saw her magic flash briefly before his vision was full of deer. Sent him scrambling behind one car, dodging the glass gouged out of another.

And then he remembered he could leave at anytime…

The ******** — ding dong duh of the fact that he could teleport!? Realization that smacked him in the face like the bottom of a boot. Slid over the roof of a blue sedan that was having it rims detailed by a deer with a death wish.

Wouldn’t be him that did it, maybe a park ranger or passerby with enough buckshot to matter.

Albite though?

He was out.