I suppose it depends on how you see it. [Taking the press against his abdomen as a request to back up, Sigr's ears flicked, back and forth, deciding, before he eased his weight back. It gave the Ascian beneath him space, but did not remove the pressure of Sigr's body from Emet-Selch's thighs. Instead, it left Sigr to peer down at him from a greater height, kneeling now with a straight back and an amused smirk that nearly matched Emet-Selch's own.
It wasn't the same kind of 'wrestling' the Ronkan had been so in favor of in the past, but it was a sort of 'sport' as ancient as time itself. Or at least, since the beginning of the end of time...
A thick fingertip landed on Emet-Selch, right at his chest, pressing lightly there as Sigr showed his fangs. The others would be aghast, angry, disappointed for what he was even thinking about right now, but there was the thought in his head and in his pants and it was holding tight to his mind. Maybe there was something on the idea of owning this small piece of an enemy, knowing that it was there, after everything they had done to them, to his friends and loved ones. Maybe it was a sick twisted fantasy.
He didn't know.
He wasn't sure he cared right now as he looked down to the other.]
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It wasn't the same kind of 'wrestling' the Ronkan had been so in favor of in the past, but it was a sort of 'sport' as ancient as time itself. Or at least, since the beginning of the end of time...
A thick fingertip landed on Emet-Selch, right at his chest, pressing lightly there as Sigr showed his fangs. The others would be aghast, angry, disappointed for what he was even thinking about right now, but there was the thought in his head
and in his pantsand it was holding tight to his mind. Maybe there was something on the idea of owning this small piece of an enemy, knowing that it was there, after everything they had done to them, to his friends and loved ones. Maybe it was a sick twisted fantasy.He didn't know.
He wasn't sure he cared right now as he looked down to the other.]