[Home is a topic Set does not dwell on. Oh, it sneaks in here and there, a stray memory breaking free, an errant thought about what he has left behind. It still burns him that he has been taken away from that life, from the people that depended on him, and dumped here. Oblivious to the fate that awaits him back in that time and place he knows only that he has abandoned his fellow priests, abandoned his king, all against his will. But he can't explain that to them so he has done what he does best: bury it, ignore it, trust that it will eventually stop plaguing him.
He has thought about it more than he would like since escaping the fog. It is all the more reason for him to dive into the distractions given freely by their oh so gracious hosts here in Hell. It is difficult to mull over all of the different ways he could be stripped of his titles back home when his mind is hazy and full of other things.
Things like the not-quite mirror image of himself lounging on the pile of cushions in front him. Kaiba is such a confusing, aggravating thorn in his side in the worst ways, and there is no fondness between them. But that has little bearing on the here and now. Animal instinct cares not for the pettiness of human opinion, and with his head swimming in aphrodisiacs he is rather more inclined to follow those instincts.
The sharp spike in desire does not go unnoticed, the shift in scent drawing him closer. He moves with purpose though his gait is slow and unhurried. Lithe and graceful and powerful, a predator in his prime who is well aware of the effect his little show of dominance is having on his audience. He pauses and kneels at the edge of the pile, his wing claws easily supporting his weight as he brings them down to act like a second set of hands. His tail idly swishes behind him, slithering across the ground in an almost hypnotic way.]
You pick no fight with me today. Your hunger must run deep - you have not even used your favorite insult.
[There is amusement in tone that does not altogether reach his eyes as his claws rake lightly over the nearest pillow. The whole setup reeks of others, those unworthy cretins that have rolled around this nest before his arrival. How utterly repulsive. It makes him want to rip the whole thing apart. But doing so would not change the fact that Kaiba smells of them, too. He will have to do something about that...]
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He has thought about it more than he would like since escaping the fog. It is all the more reason for him to dive into the distractions given freely by their oh so gracious hosts here in Hell. It is difficult to mull over all of the different ways he could be stripped of his titles back home when his mind is hazy and full of other things.
Things like the not-quite mirror image of himself lounging on the pile of cushions in front him. Kaiba is such a confusing, aggravating thorn in his side in the worst ways, and there is no fondness between them. But that has little bearing on the here and now. Animal instinct cares not for the pettiness of human opinion, and with his head swimming in aphrodisiacs he is rather more inclined to follow those instincts.
The sharp spike in desire does not go unnoticed, the shift in scent drawing him closer. He moves with purpose though his gait is slow and unhurried. Lithe and graceful and powerful, a predator in his prime who is well aware of the effect his little show of dominance is having on his audience. He pauses and kneels at the edge of the pile, his wing claws easily supporting his weight as he brings them down to act like a second set of hands. His tail idly swishes behind him, slithering across the ground in an almost hypnotic way.]
You pick no fight with me today. Your hunger must run deep - you have not even used your favorite insult.
[There is amusement in tone that does not altogether reach his eyes as his claws rake lightly over the nearest pillow. The whole setup reeks of others, those unworthy cretins that have rolled around this nest before his arrival. How utterly repulsive. It makes him want to rip the whole thing apart. But doing so would not change the fact that Kaiba smells of them, too. He will have to do something about that...]