Meeting the Rex...Yikes! (Alaric)

Marcus felt guilt. Guilt for being the cause of the fight that was going on. Guilt for what happened in the ring...just getting caught. Now guilt for Pierce leaving, thinking that if he had been a bit more aggressive, maybe his own mate would have stayed. He quickly stopped listening, and moved to check on the thawing meat. It was still too frozen to do anything, and so he went to start pondering on what he would like for dessert.

He didn't get to ponder on it long. Power. Immense power suddenly filled the room. It tasted like the Rex, and Marcus didn't remain standing long. He found himself on all fours first, and then just curled up in a ball on the floor. His lion had rushed forward and his skin now crawled as he fought the efforts to shift from the massive amounts of power. He wasn't sure how, but he managed it. However his lion wasn't completely put away either.

His brown eyes were now golden amber from the feline with in. He was running off of instinct now, and with the roiling power in the room his lion was going to answer it. It wasn't a call to the Pride, but the power was too strong to ignore. He was moving with out thinking. Running off of instinct to reach the Rex and please him. However he was encountered with a problem. There was a wooden wall with no edges blocking his way (the door). He gave a mewl loud enough to be heard before the sound of pawing and scratching was heard on the door.

Just as suddenly as the roar had erupted from the Rex's depths, the ferocious blast of alpha sonic power receded and died away. It terminated with an almost casually quaint clearing of the throat. Moving with all of the self-satisfied ego and lazy composure of a feline, Alaric rose from his reclining position on Dillon's bed, bringing himself to his full height with a curved cracking of back bones. His sea-colored eyes gazed down on the trembling Secundus from under heavy lashes, his gorgeous visage completely calm. Reaching down languidly, he seemed about to help Dillon up by pulling him up by the hand he had on the bed, but at the last second his hand diverted target.

Right after his Secundus cursed him, the Rex grabbed him by the back of the neck. With effortless ease, he lifted the prostrate were-lion up into the air, one-handed, using the grip there as a mother cat would on a kitten. He made sure to steady Dillon on his own two feet before releasing, and as he leaned forward a certain tenderness exuded from his being; faces parted just a few inches from each other, he exchanged warm, rumbling breaths with the other Alpha. Tilting his head, the blond slowly moved closer, yet just as their lips were about to meet, Marcus's Beast came... Mewling, loudly, figuratively and literally, from outside the door.

Alaric's face twitched and in that moment a flash of true emotion was seen. He felt truly bad. Yet the moment of weakness was gone when Alaric inhaled deeply and steeled himself. He released Dillon and slowly sat back on the bed, growling out. ”Let the kitten in. He needs his parents.”