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for Ravus

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He's only been given a small outfit for this mission, and he understands why; they are not to be detected, in hopes of not drawing attack. But it makes him nervous nonetheless, especially when their main form of transit is a moderately reinforced trader's wagon. What armor they can wear has to be hidden beneath civilian clothing.

He'd prefer higher defenses for a charge so important. But he'd understood his Queen's concerns. This was the best strategy.

So was keeping the crown prince lightly bound. And unaware of the plan until now.

"I am General fon Ronsenburg, entrusted to move you safely to negotiations." It's no use keeping who he is secret; if the other knows anything of Dalmasca, he knows who Basch is. He also wants to be clear that he is no green soldier; he is aware of the importance of this meeting to his kingdom. "I intend to give you as much freedom as I can, but should you try to leave our custody, the mages will immobilize you. If it is not a problem, I can see to it your bonds are removed."

For Olivine

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[ This month was the most pleasant he can remember of his adult life. Perhaps some is the mate bond, making him heady and pleased whenever he is near Olivine. But he thinks its more than that. He's getting used to life here, and people are friendly with him, and every day he takes his meals with Olivine and gets to take the other back to their shared room. It is a peace he hasn't dreamed of in a long time.

They make preparations for his next transformation. It makes him uneasy, having to consider if he's misjudged and something goes wrong, but Olivine's magic is strong, and he knows now he has had no desire to hurt his mate. He's more concerned about lashing out at someone he perceives as attacking Olivine.

His apprehension grows as the full moon approaches. He chooses to stay back one morning and check the locks and restraints they've installed in his room. That morning as Olivine departs, he finds himself thinking of his wolf strength and how roughly they coupled last time he was transforming. He grows hard with the thought and has to cool himself down. Just an effect of the transformation to come, he thinks.

But the thoughts only grow, accompanied by sharpening teeth, the enlarging of his cock, and his ears and tail returning. It's rapid, painful, but a sweet kind of pain that makes him pant and howl. He paces, waiting for Olivine to return, and as he does fantasies plague him.

Biting, bruising, pounding against a wall until the other is so limp he cannot move. It makes him mad, but below it, it terrifies him.

He debates just slipping away, but Olivine would come after him. He debates finding the other, but he is too transformed. But the longer he waits, the more he fears he is going to slam the other into a wall the moment he walks in.

When, in frustration, he turns and slams a fist against the table, he no longer is willing to leave this to fate. Features he damned, he flees into the hall, pulling on their bond to find Olivine, and then leave. He has to protect the other...slightly more than he needs to mate with him. ]