THE WOLF — p, luca

[Luca]

There were times that Luca liked to be alone as well, although that was usually when he was having one of his many downs. He would lock himself in his house and hold a pillow over his head to drown out the visions. The darkness liked to attack him when he showed signs of vulnerability, but he could usually fend it off by putting on a strong front. When he wasn't feeling down he couldn't stand anything but company. If he went too long without touching anyone else he got this terrible itch under his skin, one that only subsided when he managed to cling to someone and absorb some of their energy. Everyone had an aura, and merely being surrounded by one was enough to give Luca a little boost. The more intense the contact the more energy he got, hence him often nuzzling his friends in greeting. They usually learned to get over it after a while of knowing him. If he tried to deny himself of physical contact, he knew the darkness would punish him for it. The source of feeding was a part of his contract that couldn't be overwritten. That's why Luca had such a casual disregard for other people's person space; after four hundred years of leeching off others, he had learned to destroy those sorts of barriers. By now he had forgotten social norms entirely.

He had that tingling now, the unpleasant one that buzzed through his body as a warning. Now that his had his crewmate's attention, he wasn't going to let Marcellus go until the uncomfortable sensation was gone. Perhaps attention was too strong a term though, because for a second he thought he had gone and knocked the poor guy dead. It didn't take him long to catch on though. Luca wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but he had killed a small army of people in his centuries of life, so the cheetah's trick didn't work on him. The hellhound tilted his head, wondering if Marcellus wanted to roleplay or something. He opened his mouth to ask, but he was cut off by the other male's huff. The twinkle returned to Luca's eyes as his victim began to answer him, and he didn't seem all that bothered by the male's sorry state. It wasn't winter yet. Luca yelped a little as Marcellus turned over, throwing him off into the sand. He stood and shook out his fur to clean it, immediately returning his attention to the sick guy before him.

He seemed annoyed, but any attention was good attention. Luca flashed a sweet smile back, fluttering his eyelashes like an innocent maiden. "Talking to you is worth getting sick for," he said, inching closer to the feline again. "Besides," he continued like there was any risk at all of him catching something. "I'm already lovesick." He finished the sentence with a purr and shot Marcellus a wink, giving his hips a little sway for added dramatics. The king cheetah was the first animal that Luca had come across during his daily wanderings, so he was going to take the full brunt of Luca's pent up frustrations. Usually the hellhound would spread it out a little more, but he was in an overly affectionate mode. "Y'know, cuddling always cheers me up when I feel yucky, so maybe you should try that!" He suggested, continuing to move towards his companion at a snail's pace.