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

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Riot's eyes glanced to the meat that dangled above their heads, was he doing something wrong? It was strange she wasn't going for it at all, glancing back to Nikita Riot's brow quarked.

She was a lot closer to him then she had been, and she caught his gaze. Which widen ever so slightly as she breathed another trill at him. It was enough to distract him from the rumble under him.

Slowly thoughts loosened on the hunk of meat and he slowly lowered to ground, as his grasp on it lessened. His concentration taken by the the red orbs that peered so deeply in his own.

Whiskers shifted and flexed in the air, his large paws grabbed slowly gripping at the earth under him. Slowly his thick neck stretched his fat head closer to Nikita. His maw daring to inch even closer to her own...

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Nikita allowed her nose to move closer until she barely made contact with the much larger pink nose. It was as if time stopped a moment in awe of the event. Her eyes widened a moment while she felt a strange tingle in the tip of her whiskers.

Than, as time seemed to remember it had a schedule to keep, it begun move again at double pace.

Nikita moved her head away and turned away with a soft trill/huff. The tip of her tail continued to twitch like a metronome while she slowly begun to back away from him.

Why? Only the weaver knew.

There was nothing wrong with what had just happened. Only, that troublesome voice in the back of her mind still condemned her actions previously and demanded she did not deserve to enjoy this closeness. It would be lost soon enough.

It wasn't true, she knew that... but...

"You need to eat... keep up with your new strength..."

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Riot's maw brightened as Nikita drew even closer, a content breath left the Tahtil. Bright eyes still remained intently on his Nahtil...

"Don't go, " left Riot in a soft rumble, as his ears eagerly angled toward her. His tail stopped shifting. Even just a little bit, he enjoyed such little space between them...it was close intimate.


"I like this...." He would starve if it ment that they could always stay like this.

"That's okay, I don't need to eat" Riot started, a glance shifted to the food, and a paw grasped at earth under him. He did really like eating though. "...just yet." Riot reframed, with a soft breath.

"You give me all the strength I need." It wasn't a lie, she was after all the sole reason he felt as if he had been everywhere his own four paws could carry him. New strength? Had he really gotten that much bigger, he had always been a bit bigger, but new? Perhaps it was just new to her?

The Tahtil did feel a little different and bigger, and if he stopped to listen vary closely he could hear the weaver whispering his calling...

Riot was just so focused on her, and he just didn't want her to slip away from him again....

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Nikita lifted her head from her mini-sulk to Riot's plea to come back. Her ears perked forward and bounced to his words. It was nice now that she thought of it, but for now it wasn't practical. He did need to eat. All he had was a big bite of fowl. That could have hardly been enough.

"You need your food, that is what gives you the energy you need... Ry, please, take care of yourself too. I promise I won't go anywhere if you take some time to have the meal I caught for you..." Nikita reassured him with another trill.

It was such an odd noise, one she had never made before. Yet it continued to escape her when trying to comfort the large mountain before her.

Her tail curled while her frame begun to uncurl just slightly.

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Riot's trunk of a tail rose and flicked as Nikita spoke once more. He really just wanted her close, but he did also recall her stubbornness as a cub. A large paw shifted on the earth, as a little breath released from the mountain. His ears bounced a little to the sweet and simple word of: 'Ry' from her own maw. He did always love that shortening of his name from her. She was the only one, who called to him like that...

Hearing the trill, his brown ears bounced once more. He answer her trill, with a little rattle of his own. large tail shifted once more, and he pulled the large meal toward him with his thoughts.

To his surprise the mental tug and wear to do so, was actually not as heavy as he expected.

Slightly surprised eyes, closed as his maw gripped on the flesh as he tore it from the meat. Large paw shifted on the carcass and with a pull of his maw, a huge chunk was liberated from the large beast.

A soft mindless purr stirred from the mountain, as he chewed happily at his meal.  

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Nikita was silently relieved that Riot had finally done as she had asked him to. Not that she was proud of a victory, if one could call it that. No, she was glad to see that he was taking care of himself.

Carefully her paws shifted from under her frame and she moved to crawl closer to his hind leg and tail. Just close enough so her tail could intertwine with his own in a silent upholding of the "deal". She could not go anywhere if her tail was mostly tied to his.

Her crimson eyes remained focused forward while her frame returned to rest on the ground in almost the same curled posture as moments before. Both ears stood on end and poised forward and took in the sound of the jungle around them. Occasionally her ears would swivel back to listen to the gentle rumbling from Riot as he enjoyed the meal, but they were quick to focus forward again.
Her own trilling had quieted down for the time being.

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Riot's tail shifted on the grass only to feel the gentle touch of NIkita's own tail. At first his tail reacted in a flick upward. A soft trill interrupted the large b'alam's grumble of a purr while he ate. Picking up his head, Riot looked over his shoulder at Nikita, just to glance at what was happening. Feeling her tail curl around his, his easily responded and held at her own.

Turning his head, Riot's maw and teeth dug in the flesh of the meat once more. Eyes remained opened this time as he took a chunk of the meal. Paws gripped and almost 'kneeded' on the meal in front of him.

Ears and senses remained perked, eager as happy as he was to eat, he kept his senses sharp. Just like his claws...

The places he had been, had prepared him to be defensive even in rest. Though many of the sights he had seen where just as wonderful as they where fearful. Some where amazing, some he would have to show Nikita at some time.

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