He had not gotten farther than a few steps before he felt the hydra hug him from behind. Grinning, he whispered softly, "You reject me, then a few seconds later you're 'wanting' me. Tell me my king, who is the whore here?" He laughed, the sound like glass chimes breaking, sharp and painful, "If I wasn't such a slut for you, I wouldn't say yes." He turned to face Edge, bringing his hands up to tangle and grip his night colored hair. Grey eyes invading Edge's gaze, "My wonderful mad king," He muttered almost affectionately though the tonecwas sly as well. Pushing his hips against the hydras, his tail came around too. Wrapping tightly around Edge's thigh like an anaconda. Leaning down, he purred as he nuzzled against and bit the hydra's neck. Pulling away ever so slightly only to laugh at Edge's question, "Yes, Path is long gone and so is Relin." He stared up at Edge, his grin smug rather than maniacal now, "If you wish to call me a name, call me yours. Your shadow, your darkness. Your favorite slut if you want. I do not care." He went back to nipping at the blood rushibg beneath the hydra's skin. The burns and new scars forgotten as he leaned against Edge. The cool surface of the shard in his chest pressed against Edge's skin, coldand unyielding. Taunting as it glowed white. "The bed, my king?" He asked softly, leaning up to bite at Edge's lower lip, drawing a sinful droplet of blood, "Or would you rather have me here, where all your subjects can see the king satisfy himself?" He grinned, eyes blazing as if he loved the idea that Path would have been shameful to agree to. ----- Leo held him tightly, but let him go when he wanted to, not wanting to risk hurting the young dragon in restraining him. He stayed close, hovering nearby and watching the two siblings interact. Hopefully, this would blow over soon and he and Skylark could take a good long nap together. Maybe even sleep within their dreams. Such a thing wasn't impossible. The dreamscape was just another plane to transverse though not many could navigate through it. Sleipnir sniffled, more tears following where Skykark wiped away. He clutched the sock tightly and wiped at his scales with another hand. He was filthy, stained with the blood of his Father and clutching broken promises. He really wanted a bath and Daddy to sing him to sleep, but the warmth of his brother was more than enough and he held him back tightly, "I love you lots! And Daddy too! Even if Father has broken his promise, I wont forget mine! I'll take care of all of us now that Father....Father is...not here yet." Pulling away, he kissed his brother's forehead llike Path used to. ---- "Well," He began, "It wasn't easy. I had to go through alot of, 'vigorous' exercises and a lot of 'practice' to be in the position I am today." He growled softly, the sound deep and rumbling as he pushed the gun down lower, the weapon suddenly down Charon's pants, cool metal against hot flesh. The sound of the gun being cocked again and another blank fired. There were only so many empty chambers though... "Ferrum, great to meet you. Feeling wonderful, now, not to rush, but I'd rather screw you in a bedroom than on the cold as fuck floor."