[ P ] Murder Melody

Ransom Cyprus

Massive paws carried the man along the onyx-covered beaches. His muzzle wrinkled in disgust at the black sand that pressed up between his toes - he wasn't used to such rough landscapes, but his traveling paws had brought him this way. To his right, the water lapped at the blackened shoreline, and to his left, the large, treacherous arms of mountains glared at him. He paid the looming mountain little mind as he continued his trek forward, not knowing where he was going but remaining as confident as ever. His head was held high, his footsteps near silent as electric purple orbs maintained a visual of his surroundings.

It would be quite careless of him to let his guard down in unfamiliar territory. Ransom wasn't worried about the shadows that peeked at him from the jagged fissures in the mountainside - he wasn't afraid of the dark. He knew the actual dangers were not ghosts but those made of flesh and bone. While he was never one to turn away from a fight, he wasn't keen on being caught unawares. After all, with only his nose and the moonlight to guide his way, he had all the more reason to remain vigilant.

Maybe, if he played his cards right, he'd find someone along the way he could take advantage of. It'd been some time since the last time he had some proper fun.

"You prey on people like a spider waiting for a fly."

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TABLE CODE © RASTA 2020 How he ended up was a good a guess as any. A casual endeavor it was not bound to be, enjoying the spray of salt upon his corroded lungs. Heart as fickle as the day it first started beating. The moon cast a lovely shimmer upon his ghostly outline, careful to balance himself along the rocks. At first he had a great idea to go swimming with the jellyfish, but as he neared the edge of the water a different thing caught his attention entirely. A most wonderful beast of smoke and mirrors was just within eyesight. Senses tingling, it had been a long time since he had some fun. Perhaps, perhaps. He trailed slowly at first, admiring the man's purple gaze. As clear as crystal balls. But he couldn't remain hidden forever, nor did he want to. Curiosity didn't always belong to the cat after all. And so, he slid out into full view with a spray of rather dramatic sand and saltwater. "You there!" and then because he lacked much more creativity he simply stood and blinked a few times. He wasn't exactly sure he where he was going with this entirely, but so far it felt good. The dude was much better looking up close, and he couldn't help but do a slow burn of a up and down stare. This was either going to end an excitement or tragedy he supposed. But that was life wasn't it? What was living without a little risk, and God knew how much he lacked recent stimulation. The pulse of the sea just behind them both, as quickening as his own heartbeat.

Ransom Cyprus

The salt in the air must have dulled Ransom's senses, or perhaps it was the wind blowing the other male's scent away. Whatever the reason, the great brute hadn't been aware of the ivory male's arrival until his dramatic entrance of salt water and sand. On instinct Ransom's head whipped around in his direction, his muzzle wrinkling into a snarl whilst ears were pulled tightly against his skull. A growl was emitted from Ransom's chest, the tone deep and menacing. His hackles rose like needles along his spine, his piercing lavender eyes catching the faint glow of the moon overhead.

He had prepared himself for an attack, but what he was met with was an idiot who gawked at him like he had two heads. He didn't know what was more annoying - his night being interrupted or the lack of creativity this fellow clearly displayed. Ransom was looking to be entertained for the night; what was he supposed to do with this poor excuse of a man?

Ransom raised his crown when it became clear this wolf would do nothing but blink at him. "What the hell are you gawking at?" He nearly hissed, but finally, the male's eyes were on the move. The golden hues looked him from his head down to his paws and back up again, a clear indication as any that this male was checking him out. Oh, how marvelous. Had Ransom not been in the mood to fuck, he might not have been as amused with these turn of events.

"Come now, surely you can do better than 'you there.' It's clear to me why you've called my attention to you, and while you seem impressed with me, I find myself only amazed with the lack of speech you seem capable of." Ransom clicked his tongue, his lavender eyes rolling in their sockets before he spoke once more, "Do tell me you can do more than eye fuck me."

"You prey on people like a spider waiting for a fly."

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TABLE CODE © RASTA 2020 style="color:#FF5F15;">"Speech!" Well now he felt just a tad bit fooolish. After such a scathing review, he was conflicted amongst pride and pleasure. Abruptly adverting his gaze, smooth move exlax. Hopefully that pounding in his ears was simply the the tide, and not his undoubtedly failed attempt to quell whatever the fuck it was within. A few casual steps towards the side, attempting to act as if this sort of thing happened all the time. Clearing his throat, he offered up his own venom of sorts. "Well EXCUSE me, for daring to give a volatile beast such as yourself a compliment." sarcasm dripping now with every sylable, rolling his eyes for added dramatics. Then came then yawn. As if the very thing was boring now. Even though, such a thing was furthest from the truth. Keeping a careful glance from the corner of his eye, A swish of his tail as he worked his hips slowly in a small dance of sorts back to the shoreline. As he let the cold water hit his paws, he couldn't help but contemplate what exactly he was doing. Not just here of course, but with all the bullshit in general. Most of his life he didn't ask such questions, but being out here alone with this stranger made him realize just how off course he really was. A theif at heart, a theif of hearts. A slow little inhale, before he once more rounded upon this mystery of the moonlight. His orange[ eyes as brilliant as wildfire, from the depths they burned with all the things he'd ever left unsaid. "Just been a while since I've seen something quite like to you." that slow smirk returning upon his inky lips, lasping once more into silence as the water quelled around him. Been a long time since he'd had a night like this.

Ransom Cyprus

Ransom arched a brow at the ivory male with fiery orange eyes as he suddenly looked away. Was he losing his nerve? How sad - easily deterred by a bit of sass. Perhaps tonight wouldn't be as fun as he hoped it would be. It seemed the alabaster male wouldn't be struck silent for too long, though. He returned with words of his own, these ones dripping with sarcasm and the aid of an eye roll. What did he think he was gaining by acting so dramatic? The male found himself baffled, truthfully, but he was amused enough to recline upon his haunches. The black sand beneath his rear irritated him so, but he wasn't worried about that right now. "I wouldn't have minded had you given me a compliment. Perhaps I simply wished to hear words of praise given instead of an empty stare," he teased, his deep baritones riding easily on the gentle breeze.

His electric purple eyes watched the little roll of his hips, but Ransom wasn't to be enticed by a little sashay of hips. He had standards - even for his random fucks he never intended to see again. He didn't let anyone fuck him - or be fucked by him for that matter - that he didn't see as being worthy of him. The male turned away from him, seemingly deep in thought, at which Ransom found himself cocking his skull in question. "I can certainly say it's been some time since I last saw something like you as well. I don't think I've seen anyone who had the sun for eyes before," he decided to compliment.

Ransom had been known to be a sweet-talker if it benefited him, and he was eager to see if giving a little sugar would cause the male to come closer. "In my experience, these nights are best spent closer together," he pointed out, his hulking frame standing to his paws to stalk forward a few steps. "Maybe you should come closer?"

"You prey on people like a spider waiting for a fly."

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TABLE CODE © RASTA 2020 style="color:#FF5F15;">"Speech!" This was obviously taking off in an entirely different direction then he expected. Ears twitching in the direction of a voice he almost thought might be worth it. He remained of course in the stillness of it all, inhaling the salt of the sea. Almost a phantom, pale hide reflecting the moon as his eyes burned from the depths of his chaotic soul. Supposing it might be rude to continue otherwise, he cleared his throat and offed up what little he might have left. " I suppose you might call me Satchel." another exhale, and he waded carefully back upon the shore. He studied the man before him, uncertain as to how to take it. He was of course upon relaxed haunches, a rare occurrence. Curiosity ran deep with in the soul however and at a careful pace he approached. Tilting his head ever slightly, it had been a while since he dare encounter such things. For the most part he kept to himself, not out of want but out of necessity. However, tonight's magic held a different touch. And so as a so as a sign of good faith, he stretched out slowly like a cat before him. "Just what brings you out here anyway?" another slow and curious smile, damn he just couldn't help himself. The dance of the moon, casting it's spell upon all. At least he couldn't have imagined a better place to run into something, at least for now things seem to be okay. The ruins of yesterday, longingly to be cast out. As he settled down, he felt each individual grain of sand as if it might be personal. Well, shit. Offering a simple wag of the tail, he glanced over towards some tide pools. " You hungry?" he wasn't sure if the man was into seafood but he knew a fine dining setting when it showed itself. With a wink, he nodded once towards a small deposit of water. Adventure was in his bones, better or worse here it came. Opposition was his strong suit, but he wanted to resist. Oh goodness. Singing to himself the ode of the heartbroken, the waves continue to pound relentlessly upon the broken Earth. A more wonderful backdrop he could not have hoped for. Alive in ways, he long since forgot about.

Ransom Cyprus

"Ransom."

Of course, that wasn't his birth name - or at least he didn't think it was - but it was the name he came to be known by over the years he lived life. He was no longer sure where this night was headed, truthfully. It seemed to be veering off in a different direction altogether. Ransom wasn't typically interested in small talk when it came to these interactions, but the man was good-looking, and he wasn't doing anything else. What was the harm in biting?

"Thought that was obvious. Was taking a walk," he responded gruffly, but his lips pulled into a slight smirk. His amusement over the interaction ping-ponged between slightly annoyed and interested. Only time would tell where it would go from here. If anything, the white male caught his attention with the mention of food. His stomach rumbled with all the fury of a thunderstorm, which surprised the brute. When was the last time he'd eaten something?

He turned his head in the direction toward the water, his head canting just so to the right. "The fuck am I supposed to eat out of that?" He paused, his strides turning to approach the water the male had pointed out to him. "Listen, I'm not interested in any seaweed or nothin' like that." His gaze lifted once again to regard Satchel with lavender eyes. "Unless you're telling me you can fish?"



"You prey on people like a spider waiting for a fly."

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TABLE CODE © RASTA 2020 style="color:#FF5F15;">"Speech!" Ransom. The name tasted rather pleasant, a symphony that he lulled over slowly. It was a while since he felt such inspersation. However he was also not a fool, and he once again turned away with an almost dismissive air. Best not get attached, as handsome a sight as the man was by now he knew better. He cocked a brow at the sarcasm, well perhaps there was something worth working with here after all. And with this is mind, he once again abruptly headed back towards the shore. He lingered for a moment at the tide pool, a small sense of wonder as the flashing lights of the creatures within lived so obliviously. And then, he dive right in. Relishing the salty taste of the water, he dove down and peered at the little universe unfolding before him. A sense of breathlessness, and not just from the lack of oxygen. He managed to grasp a couple of generic looking fish, popping up once to fling them upon the ground. Dinner was served. However, he was not done yet. He dissapered berifly once more, swimming down to the sight of a yellow starfish. It was quite beautiful in an odd way, and quite gently he tugged it free from the rocky depths. And with it grasped softly, he at last re emerged in all his glory. Spraying the water from his coat, he pranced over to see if the man was enjoying his feast. Without a second thought he deposited the starfish neatly before him. So satisfied, he could feel it in his bones. " For you." a slightly silly grin unfolding, his walls lowering slightly. A glance back towards the endless sea. He was not used to such displays, but sometimes it was nice to switch it up. A slight pounding in his chest, and well he could only really hope for the best .

Ransom Cyprus

He was offered no response.

In fact, he had only earned the slight raise of an eyebrow. Then the wolf was gone, leaping into the water without so much as a second thought. "The fuck were you?" He murmured slightly in disbelief, his paws bringing him closer to the water's edge to look down into its depths. His brows knitted together, head canting to the right as he wondered where the male had learned how to swim so easily. "The fuck are you hiding your gills?" The words, of course, weren't meant to be answered. He was mostly talking to himself.

He didn't have to wait long for a couple of fish to be tossed onto the shore, their flopping bodies earning his gaze. Ransom was never one to eat fish, but that was simply because he didn't fish. "Hmm," he hummed, his paws carrying him closer to dip his head, and swiftly snap his jowls around the flopping bodies. In truth, he didn't want to hear them flopping against the ground anymore. It was quite annoying. After he'd stopped them from moving any longer, Ransom decided he was hungry enough to eat what was provided to him.

The male had only gotten through two of the fish when the white male returned, this time procuring a starfish from the depths of the ocean. He blinked in surprise, his haunches reclining to sit in the sand. Ransom honestly wasn't used to receiving gifts. He hadn't a clue what he was supposed to do with it. "Am I supposed to eat it?" He asked, dropping his head to nose at it. "Seems like it'd be pretty chewy," he pointed out, a smirk crawling along his lips again. "Or maybe, you'd prefer to see it behind my ear?"

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"You prey on people like a spider waiting for a fly."

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@Satchel

TABLE CODE © RASTA 2020 style="color:#FF5F15;">"Speech!" Sometimes he wondered, if it might be easier to just fall into the ocean entirely. As he watched Ransom enjoying the catch of the night, he felt a stir that had long since been dormant. For the most part his lovers were a faceless blur, and perhaps it was better that way. However, why then did he feel the bite of steel upon his fickle heart beat? A slow swallow, entirely unsure of exactly what any of this was supposed to mean. Perhaps, once again, nothing. Shaking off the remains, he refocused on the task at hand. As the joke floated across the air, he was almost tempted to join along. Squirming within, yet a part of him also felt almost heavy. Sure, he could fuck the man right here, and he had done so with countless others. But things got old after a while. And he was so exausted of running through all the countless faces. Instead for a brief moment, he dare gaze fully back upon those eyes of purple magnificent. He was overthinking, God damn. Just like everything. So instead he offered up another playful smile and that was it. "No doubt, you're the king of the high sea." lifting a playful paw in salute to the joke, he decided to drop stop and roll. Enjoying the grate of sand upon fur, how long had it been since he could relax around another? Not nearly long enough. The atmosphere shifting slightly, the soft patter of rain colliding suddenly upon the area "Shit!" despite the word his voice was almost bemused, raising himself up abruptly as it escalated quickly. Blinking away the droplets, he glanced once towards a cave not to far off. A sublet wag of the tail, "I might know a place." Hesitation to see the next step, as the clouds above continued to open the heavens. The sea swell a slow rythm, same as the beat of his soul.