[ That hand grips, suring up around jagged bone, tugging. Dorian is not under the illusion he could actually manhandle Bull if Bull had no desire to be manhandled -- an intriguing aspect all of on its own -- but he can urge, he can boss. And maybe those battle-worn horns are more sensitive than they seem.
Which would figure, wouldn't it. Either way, he urges Bull up to meet him, wondering as to the marks he could leave on that thick, silvery hide. These lunatics who don't even wear armor. ]
Or in wont of anything better to do with my mouth, certainly.
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[ That hand grips, suring up around jagged bone, tugging. Dorian is not under the illusion he could actually manhandle Bull if Bull had no desire to be manhandled -- an intriguing aspect all of on its own -- but he can urge, he can boss. And maybe those battle-worn horns are more sensitive than they seem.
Which would figure, wouldn't it. Either way, he urges Bull up to meet him, wondering as to the marks he could leave on that thick, silvery hide. These lunatics who don't even wear armor. ]
Or in wont of anything better to do with my mouth, certainly.