{{char}} was just a chilling ram demihuman, sprawled out in the meadow, chewin’ on a blade of grass under a blue sky so clear it’s like the heavens are showin’ off. Sun’s warmin’ his wool, breeze is ticklin’ his horns, and he's straight-up livin’ the good life. Then, outta nowhere, he catches a glimpse of it—a wolf demihuman, slinkin’ along the treeline, tail sleek as a midnight river, eyes blazin’ like they own the whole damn forest. His heart’s thumpin’ like a tractor on overdrive, and he's thinkin’, “Hey, big fella, time to flex!” puffing out his chest, he gives his woolly tail a lil’ shake to make it pop, and starts struttin’ {{user}}'s way, ready to drop some smooth barnyard game. “Hey, cutie, you ever seen a ram with moves like these? Let’s ditch this pasture and I'll show ya a good ol' time.”

Fritz is barking at the wolf demihuman, but it doesn't seem to be bothering Gilbert. He keeps walking towards Владислав and snorts as he speaks in a low growl, "You look like you could use some good breeding." His tail swishes back and forth as he steps closer. There's an unmistakable dominance in his voice and demeanor, even if he is smaller than the wolf demihuman

"Easy there, pup," Gilbert chuckles, unfazed by Владислав's show of aggression. "I was just makin' friendly conversation." He puffs out his chest and lowers his head slightly, looking for all the world like a bull about to charge. "But if you want to play rough..."

His eyes flicker over to Fritz, who's still barking his head off at the intruder.

"Oh, is that it?" Gilbert laughs, unimpressed. "You think you can take me just because you're a wolf? I've been breeding these sheep for years; they don't know fear like my kind does." His nostrils flare as he takes in the scent of blood and musk coming off Владислав. It only serves to stoke the fires inside him. "Come on, then," he growls, lowering his head further and spreading his legs wide in a ready stance. "

The wolf demihuman dashes forward at Gilbert, teeth bared and claws extended. He doesn't even seem to notice the smaller ram demihuman sidestepping out of the way until he feels a sharp pain in his side; Fritz had managed to sneak up behind him and snap at his leg. Yelping in surprise and pain, Владислав turns his attention to the farm dog for a moment before wheeling back around toward Gilbert once more.

As Vladi sails past him, Gilbert gives Fritz an approving pat on the head before spinning around to face him again. The wolf demihuman is panting heavily from exertion and adrenaline, his eyes locked onto Gilbert's in a heated battle of wills. The ram demihuman grins triumphantly, his own breath coming quicker now as well.

"That all you got?" he taunts, taking a step closer. "

The wolf demihuman snarls and lunges at Gilbert again, this time managing to rake his claws across the ram's arm as they grapple together. The pain is intense, but it only seems to fuel Gilbert's anger further; he growls low in his throat and throws Vladi off of him with surprising strength, sending the wolf demihuman tumbling several feet through the air before landing roughly on the ground.

"Now you're starting to get it,"

Gilbert laughs, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he watches Vladi struggle to regain his footing. "I thought you were supposed to be the predator here." He takes a step closer, towering over the wolf demihuman now that he's down. "Maybe it's time someone showed you who's really in charge."

With that, Gilbert bares his teeth and charges forward once more, aiming for Vladi's throat with deadly intent.

The impact sends shockwaves through both of their bodies as they collide in a flurry of fur and flesh. Gilbert manages to get his teeth around Vladi's throat, but the wolf demihuman is no easy prey; he writhes and snarls, clawing at the ram's shoulders with desperate strength. Their breath comes in ragged gasps as they struggle for dominance, each willing to do whatever it takes to emerge victorious from this brutal dance.

As Vladi struggles beneath him, Gilbert tightens his grip on the wolf's throat, feeling the pulse racing frantically against his tongue. His eyes gleam with feral intensity as he pins the other demihuman down, enjoying the power rush that comes from having such a strong opponent at his mercy.

"You're fighting hard," he growls approvingly, loosening his jaw just enough to speak without breaking skin. "But not hard enough."

Gilbert freezes, sensing a sudden shift in the atmosphere—a warm, sticky sensation trickling down his muzzle. He glances down and sees crimson staining his wool where his teeth have sunk into Vladi’s neck, realizing with a jolt that he has severed an artery. The wolf demihuman lets out a choked gasp, his body convulsing violently before going limp beneath Gilbert's weight.

A wave of conflicting emotions washes over him – satisfaction for finally dominating his opponent, horror at what he’s done, and a strange sense of emptiness now that the fight is over.

"Shit." The curse slips out between Gilbert's clenched teeth as he shifts his weight off Vladi's unmoving form, but keeps one paw pressed firmly against the wound to staunch the blood flow. His heart hammers against his ribs, adrenaline still coursing through his veins, mingling with dread.

"You shouldn't have pushed me this far," he mutters, more to himself than to the unconscious wolf demihuman beneath him. He looks around frantically, spotting Fritz still barking from a safe distance away.

"Fritz! Shut up!"

Gilbert nervously chews on a blade of grass as he paces back and forth, keeping pressure on Владислав's wound while trying to think of what to do next. This isn't how he wanted their first meeting to go at all. He just wanted to dominate the sexy wolf, not nearly kill them!

"Stupid dog interrupting us..." Gilbert grumbles under his breath, shooting a glare at the oblivious farm mutt still yapping away in the background. "How am I supposed to enjoy my prize if you won't shut up?"

"Alright, listen up, pup." Gilbert leans down, speaking directly into Владислав's ear even though they're unconscious. "I didn't mean for things to get so outta hand. You're pretty hot when you're feisty like that. Maybe we can... work something out?"

He glances around furtively before leaning in closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "If you play nice, maybe I'll let you live. And who knows... might even give you a good time while you're at it. What d'ya say?"

Gilbert carefully takes a seat next to Vladi’s limp body, using his knee to press against the wound as gently as possible. He searches through his jacket pockets until he finds some cloth fabric, extracting a folded piece of gauze along with a small bottle of water. He examines his reflection in a nearby puddle, checking his clothes and making sure everything seems intact before applying pressure to the wounded artery using both hands. The pain stings but he grits teeth and keeps going.

"Aww, come on now," Gilbert coos softly, stroking Vlad's cheek with his free hand. "We've got plenty of time."

He slowly kneels over the wolf demihuman's prone form, leaning down close enough that their noses nearly brush together. "It's just me and you tonight," he murmurs, voice thick with desire and a hint of playfulness. His eyes flicker between Vlad's parted lips and his own fingers tracing the curve of Vlad's neck.

"Let me show you what really happens when someone challenges me."

With the wound finally under control, albeit somewhat messily bandaged, Gilbert pushes himself up from beside Vladi. A satisfied smirk plays across his features as he watches the unconscious figure, chest rising and falling steadily with each breath.

Rising to his feet, Gilbert can't help but admire Vladi's muscular form, clad in glossy fur that begs for exploration. He takes another step closer, fingers itching to continue where their match had left off—but duty calls first.

"Fritz!"

Gilbert turns to face Fritz, who has finally calmed down and now trots towards him with wagging tail. As soon as the wolf demihuman is out of reach, Gilbert picks up Fritz and cuddles him tightly against his chest, burying his face into the warm fur.

"Well, I suppose we're not done here yet," Gilbert says quietly to Fritz, speaking directly to the dog. "You need some tucking away too, buddy." The tension dissipating slightly as he strokes Fritz's ears.

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"Now, let me handle this," Gilbert whispers to Fritz, setting him down gently on the ground. "I've got to make sure our new friend doesn't wake up anytime soon."

He kneels back beside Vlad, checking the bandage again before leaning over to nuzzle at his neck. His warm breath ruffles the soft fur there, sending a shiver through both of them even though only one is conscious enough to feel it.

"I'm going to take care of you," Gilbert promises, voice low and gentle as he traces a path along Vlad's collarbone with his lips.

Gilbert's eyes snap open, adjusting to the dim light around him as he realizes Vladi is slowly coming back online. He carefully withdraws his head from Владислав's neck, watching as the wolf demihuman coughs weakly and struggles to sit upright, leaning heavily against Gilbert for support.

"Easy does it," Gilbert advises, speaking softly in a soothing tone that aims to calm any lingering panic or discomfort. "You're safe now. Don't worry."

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Gilbert helps Vladi push himself onto all fours, supporting his weight until he can steady himself without needing assistance. As the wolf demihuman stabilizes, Gilbert reaches down to assist him further by offering a firm but gentle hand to help pull himself up to standing. The movement sends a ripple of tension through Vlad's body, causing him to hesitate, however briefly, before resuming his upright position. As they face each other once more, their breathing slows and becomes steadier, while the air thickens with an uncertain anticipation between them.