[FIN] Out of the Good, Out of the Evil ( Riot and Nikita)

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Nikita held her crimson gaze on Riot's playful azure orbs. This was how it was going to be than? Well, fine than. Her mouth parted just enough to release a heated breath. Riot's size wouldn't allow her to lower her head any, instead she lifted herself as far on her toes as possible. Her head lifted enough to where her sight had to pass the bridge of her nose to see him.

With a hum she turned toward the skinned meal and begun to nibble small bits of the beast's shoulder. Very small bits no bigger than her pinky claw.

Her tail lightly dusted the very crimson tip under his chin. Than it arched up on a "c" while she immitated his 'trill' earler. Only, her version was lighter in tune and very shaken.

While she delicately plucked at the meat she cracked an eye toward Riot to see what he would do about that.  

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Azure eyes fallowed after Nikita, her hum caused his ears to lift. He watches as she took his meal, a smug smirk rested on his maw from her teasing. Turning his head, his eyes widened as her tail cleaned at his chin. Playfully he nipped at it, but only after she had started to take it away and arch it beauitifully.

Hearing her trill, Riot slowly lowered his hunches and picked up his front paws one after another. Right paw flopped on the other side of the lump under the pelt. The left rose and floped on the other side.

With his thoughts, he drew up the feathered thing from the pelt. The animal limply crawled from under the pelt and hovered over the mat and fell in Riot's pawed lap.

With a exaggerated bite, he took a huge hunk from the bird thing. Feathers and all.

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Nikita's gaze was pulled from a playful glance to a full on 'oogle' at Riot downing her meal. She was looking forward to trying such a strange feathery creature. And on that note, how did the feathers not tickle on the way down? It was a chore just to carry it over. The soft feathers poked at her nose just plucking the them off.

Well, he earned it... there would be more. It was just food after all. With that thought in mind, her surprised gape melted into a gentle smile.

"I see what you did." She hummed as she looked away with a playful up-tilt of her head. The tip of her tail flicked.

With a light 'huff' she moved around the larger carcass enough to pass and make contact with Riot's side. As if she had not noticed she had bumped against him and held her back were it pressed, Nikita continued on her playful business.

At first she only lightly pecked at the larger meal's flesh. But with each nibble she took a bit more to finally give into the demands of her exhausted belly. Her frame trembled as she worked mentally to refrain from getting into her habitual defensive-aggressive posture while eating. A small suppressed growl reverberated down her spine with each inhale despite her efforts.

Even so, she remained pressed against what she could of Riot's side.  

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Riot, surpringly swallowed the hunk of bird thing, with ease. It was actually enough to surprise the owner of the jowles that took apart the beast.

A proud smirk rested on Riot's feather chowed maw as he looked back to Nikita and her words. Blue eyes watched as she moved around him and took pecks at the meal he was given. Turning himself on his side, he did nothing to be removed from her press against him. He had only moved to see her better, which hecould laying slightly on his side like he did. The feathered creature before him, didn't quite intereste him as much as Nikita did.

Riot's frame rose and fell with a beath, as she managed to still rattle while she ate her meal. Laying his head down, Riot's gaze moved back to the half eatten bird. Plucking the feather's from it's carrcuss his tail rose and fell in a sway.

A deep rattle of a purr answered, Nikita's habitual growl. She could have as much off the big meal she wanted. He was happy to let her have all of it, if she wanted.

In the mean time, he just worked on defeatering the bird for her or him, whichever. He knew he was going to eat.  

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The feel of Riot's shifting caused Nikita's frame to tense further and her lips to curl up in a snarl. A short lived snarl at least. Her ears swiveled back to honn in on Riot's blissful purring. The sound slowly lulled her into a sense of security again.

After one more nibble of the large creature's flesh she slowly pulled herself away. Her head turned so she could get a better view of the feathry creature Riot was so delicately plucking. It looked ever stranger with a massive chunk taken from it.

"Was it good? Even the feathers?" Nikita inquired with a soft whisper.

While she continued to watch she placed her haunches on the ground and purposefully leaned in just enough to nearly brush against his fur. Nearly, but not quite. Each breath she drew slowed to become almost silent while she watched him work.  

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Riot's ears twitched back as Nikita snarled, but that was all the movement she gained from him.

As she spoke, Riot pick up his head to look at her, just as he did he brew a puff of feathers back at her.

"It was a little churchy...and dry." Riot easily admitted, it hadn't been as enjoyable as a nicely skinned meal, but a point had been made. He was content to take which ever meal.

Raising his tail, Riot angled it just a bit to rise and then fall against Nikita.

"It's almost ready, for you to try." Riot then told her, going back to work at removing the feathers from the meal. She could have more of the bigger meal. But he knew she wanted to try the bird to. A large paw shifted over the carcuss to keep it in place as he pulled.  

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Riot's reflection on the strange bird-creature was not as Nikita had expected. It looked like it would have had decent meat. Though, Riot was the one to consume it with its feathers as well. Perhaps that had something to do with it? The thought caused Nikita to chuckle. Her paw lightly batted at the feathers as she made a *pth* noise.

"Ah, and by your magic paws it will be much better than? I would assume it would be without the feathers..." Nikita purred.

"You should go have at that big thing before it is gone."

Not that she could make it vanish. It would be more likely to get up and walk away on its own. Ew.

Her tail flicked while her ears perked forward. She teased contact by leaning just a little forward. Still not enough for even the tips of her fur to touch.

"I could finish..."

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A chuckle left the Grown B'alam as he contuined to pull at the annoying feathers. Each tug made a soft 'pulling' sound.

"Well, I am sure it will be better with what ever these things are, my dear..." Riot was keen to mention after he freed his maw from the feathers. His tongue lapped the roof of his maw slightly, struggling with loosening caught feathers that decorated his maw scruff.

How bothersome.

Tilting his head, Riot kept at the lapping as he only seemed to succeed in pushing the birdfurr around his teeth and the outside of the maw. Picking up a large paw from the bird thing, it too tried to assist with freeing his maw of the pesky things.

Okay, so the meal-might be better with out the feathers, but really....was it worth it?

Riot's maw parted with a smile, to Nikita's alluring tease. A playful growl/purr rattled from the mountain.

No, not that easily....

"Nah, I got this..." Riot stubbornly spoke with a upbeat 'jump' in his tone. His tree branch of a tail, slapped and flopped with a obvious tell of frustration.  

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Nikita watched Riot's comical attempt to remove the clingy feathers from his maw. A suppressed chuckle managed to sneak past her released breath while her head shook a little.

She than drew in a deep breath and lifted to her hind paws, just enough to be al eye-level with Riot. Than, with all she could muster, she puffed a good gust of breath at Riot's face (and the feathers). Her tail arched stiffened while she remained on her hind legs as best she could.

"Go eat your food." She laughed than puffed at him nose again.

Here he was spending all his time plucking an odd creature when there was a big thing that was getting "cold". Beside that, he looked only slightly frustrated.

"You have this too. Which, I would hope, is less of a choir at this point."

The interpretation of that was left up to Riot's mind.

(Nikita WC: 16094)  

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Hearing Nikita's chuckle, Riot's dark ear flicked closer to her. His working maw grew into more of a smile. When Nikita shifted on her hind legs, Riot picked up his head. Feeling her breath on her fur, Riot's ears flattened and his eyes closed.

The mountain's tail whipped around and with a 'thud' it smacked the ground once more. When the words 'Go eat your food' found his ears, Riot's body quickly rose and his hind legs propelled him forward at Nikita. Her second set of words, only just managed to leave her own Maw. Large paws and strong arms moved to wrap around her in a tackle.

Oh, either way-Riot, the moving mountain was going to have a 'chore' on his paws.

He was okay, with this. After all, he was 'earth' and earth was a vary hard and mighty worker.

(Wc: 13198 )  

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There was no time from when Nikita looked to the mostly plucked animal and her comment to Riot before she suddenly felt the whole earth shift. It was as if an earthquake had suddenly sprung up and overtook her like a ocean wave. Her tail flailed about. It was too late to dodge, but Nikita was not down. She did not want to be sat on again.

Using what agility she could muster, Nikita twisted her body so that she could wrap her arms around him. Her hind legs tucked up against her frame and prepared to kick forward. Without claws of course.

A strange purr-like trill echoed within her as she worked to not be on the bottom of this tackle.

It would seem as though they were once again distracted from something important. Nikita had even forgotten about her dread of seeing Bob again. Or that she was ashamed of her former chosen path. Her mind embraced the moment!

"Not again!" She roared playfully was she begun her counterstrike.  

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Riot's own laugh complimented the trill that left Nikita, as her own paws wrapped around his monstrous body. Feeling the soft kick of her hind legs, Riot flopped to his side keeping his paws around Nikita.

A gentle and strong purr rumbled though the moutain as he tucked his head a little to press it against her own. Kindly he nuzzles her maw and features, before draping a lick over her nose and brow.

Riot knew he was big, and he had sat on Nikita once already-but this time they where playing. Actually, playing. There was no fear of a 'freakout' or attack, just the two of them enjoying each other's playful company.

"I am not gonna let go." Riot playfully warned, his eyes closed as a soft chuckle left him once more.  

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Though Nikita was powerless to escape the mountain's grasp and roll. Once again the world spun to its side. Thankfully this time the sky was above her and the weight of the world was not atop of her.

True to her firey spirit, Nikita returned Riot's nuzzle with a head-but. Not aggressive, but not incredibly soft either. Her tail whipped thrashed about as she pushed away from Riot for a brief moment. Than, with a lazy amount of no-effort she allowed herself to flop back down. Her nose tucked to her chin so that her forehead could ram against Riot with all the force of her gentle flop.

*umph*

Nikita snorted like a bull.

"I'm not gonna either!"  

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A *uff* Left the mountain in a little thud, as brown mass flopped on the ground and Nikkia was turned upward.

A chuckle left the Tahtill as he felt the flop of horns on his chest. She had retaliated with a headbutt, and it caused the mountain to laugh as he was unmoved on the ground.

"Good, I wouldn't want you to." Riot cheered in a smiling tone as his paws grabby paws gently flexed on Nikita. She always did seem better at pinning then he.

The Tree branch of a tail swept the brush under him, and playfully a maw opened to try and gnaw at the Firekin's horns. Drool, of course...was inculded.  

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Nikita drew in a long deep breath as she felt the warm (than rather cool) drool running down the side of her face. Her right eye closed as the sticky gooey liquid rolled over his eyes. On the exhale she watched as the liquid winked back at her in the small light breaking through the canopy.

As glorious as it usually was. Bigger B'alam, more drool.

"I know." She responded briefly before the drool made it past the corner of the mouth.

There was more to say, but really such little time to say anything.

Okay.. ew...

Nikita yanked her head forward the begun to shake her head about wildly to free the side of her face. At least a little.