It's so hard, when the man runs, not to run him down. Atem's jaws open, his hands twitch open and shut as he tamps down the impulse to chase.
He has to swallow back saliva.
It's Ryou's self-mastery that helps keep Atem under control...though he can't help letting out a laugh, when the man skids to a halt, realizing that the wolves are faster than he is.]
[All of his senses are killing him. Sight, sound, smell, all of it's telling him this man is prey. This man should be allowed to run, so that Atem can chase him.
But it's no good...if it's not fair...]
Don't worry. All my games are ones you can win!
[Atem licks his lips.
It's clear that the man knows the werewolf wants to eat him.
"W-w-what s-sort of game?" he asks.]
Normally, I'd put together something to do with your greedy business practices, but...
[But he's hungry. He's itching to get this guy.]
...this time, I want you to go about your business! The trick is...no matter what you do...
[The werewolf's jaws enunciate each syllable, slowly and carefully.]
D̶o̵n̴'̶t̷ ̵R̷̤̿Ü̸̘Ṇ̷̎.̴̟̀
[That's it. That's the only rule. But someone so used to having others do his dirty work...he'll crack under the pressure. Atem's sure of it.]
We won't touch you, as long as you stay at a walking pace! But if you run...you're dog-meat!
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It's so hard, when the man runs, not to run him down. Atem's jaws open, his hands twitch open and shut as he tamps down the impulse to chase.
He has to swallow back saliva.
It's Ryou's self-mastery that helps keep Atem under control...though he can't help letting out a laugh, when the man skids to a halt, realizing that the wolves are faster than he is.]
H̶e̴h̶ ̴h̷e̶h̴.̸ ̴H̵͔̾ẻ̶̖h̶̦͊ ̸̭̄Ḧ̴͕͕́Ë̵͕͓́Ḧ̶̛̞́ ̵͙̅͝H̶̗̺́̎Ę̸̋Ĥ̶̱̯̚-̷̻͑-̴̦̜̄̚
[All of his senses are killing him. Sight, sound, smell, all of it's telling him this man is prey. This man should be allowed to run, so that Atem can chase him.
But it's no good...if it's not fair...]
Don't worry. All my games are ones you can win!
[Atem licks his lips.
It's clear that the man knows the werewolf wants to eat him.
"W-w-what s-sort of game?" he asks.]
Normally, I'd put together something to do with your greedy business practices, but...
[But he's hungry. He's itching to get this guy.]
...this time, I want you to go about your business! The trick is...no matter what you do...
[The werewolf's jaws enunciate each syllable, slowly and carefully.]
D̶o̵n̴'̶t̷ ̵R̷̤̿Ü̸̘Ṇ̷̎.̴̟̀
[That's it. That's the only rule. But someone so used to having others do his dirty work...he'll crack under the pressure. Atem's sure of it.]
We won't touch you, as long as you stay at a walking pace! But if you run...you're dog-meat!