Taking the hint, not a single word came from the youth as he barely dodged, those hooves landing some rather hard blows on his head, right between the horns, making him give a groan as he staggered, jumping back, eyes closed and teeth gritted.
He was wide open to attacks, discombobulated and unfocused as he was, shaking his head to try and clear it...
It was almost too easy.

But this did NOT amuse Crire.
Not believing his eyes as the other turned to walk away, he reared, shouting in rage, mustering all of his power to launch a fireball at the neck of his opponent.
"Don't you dare turning away from me!" He bellowed, scraping his hooves and bucking in place, dissatisfied as a kid throwing a tantrum.

A flicker of fear... The youth trembled shortly, before giving another buck, displaying young, trim muscles under rough fur, slamming steely hooves down into the ground, his own, little wisps of fire starting to form and flow around him, little orange flames, hardly as impressive as the ones engulfing the other.
"I'll make you regret it!..." he shouted, though the intimidation was clear, even as he snorted, smoke billowing from his nostrils and mouth.
His fire was on the inside.

Another small flicker of fear - the youth had heard this name before...
Swallowing, he frowned, setting his face into determined features, the flames around him flickering, agitated.
"Crire of the violin speaks like whatever the heck he wants." he was becoming unsure of himself, nervous, starting to think this might not have been such a good idea... Without his full power, he was hardly any stronger than the average demon... However with his full power, this would most likely have been a fair fight, the outcome unknown. As it were now, however, he was predestined to lose.
But still, he persisted.

Said persistent, little brat gave a small chuckle at this, rearing, slightly to the side, to try and match the impressiveness of the higher-ranking demon.
He smirked.
"My one good quality." He said, courage returning to him, even as useless, molested wings fluttered behind, the tiny, pathetic stumps no use to him at all.

Another statement, which did not amuse Crire.
It made his frown, lower his horns, stop his fooling around... actually look like a valid thread.
"What, you're running away?..." Aside from the spite and obvious cold rage in the youth's voice, there was something else... Something even more insulting than anything he'd said so far...
Disappointment...

Still, the youth huffed.
"Fear was made to be overcome. Why should I run away, just because I fear something?... And why should you run away, just because I posses a feeling you don't?" Surprisingly, this youth held more insight than he let off... There was something almost poetic in the way he executed this little speech, something... moving... Even to demons...

But Crire just huffed, giving a small throw of his horns, aggression apparent. He didn't give a shit.
"What, want me to believe you're afraid..." A nasty smile spread on the lesser demon's thin lips.
"-Of hurting me?~..." He was a little too smart for his own good...

Looking down at the tip with an arrogant sneer, the young demon chuckled, fear having left his body entirely, abandoned him like the sinking ship he was.
"Prove it." His words were simple, but the masterful maturity and daring boldness with which he delivered them made them spine-chillingly awe-inspiring... He really was a poet from hell.

The youth swallowed, gasping in pain, kicking with sharp, hard hooves, managing to give his much more powerful opponent a scratch on one of his multiple front-legs.
He's struggling, trying to get out of the jaws of his opponent... still, it's feeble and this is quite effective...
Apparently, the neck is somewhat of a weak point of his...

Falling to the ground before Valturez's feet, gasping, Crire didn't move...
He was out of breath, eyes closed as blood rushed to his head, replacing what had been restrained just moments ago.
Then, something strange happened.
He gave a small, weak, chuckled smile and, mustering the strength he had left he reached out... and gently licked the nick he'd inflicted on the older stag.
The brat... apparently just needed to be put into his place. Having never met any resistance from his fellow demons, he'd always lacked someone to show him the right way... Someone to scold him for being such a brat...
Satan didn't make much of a good parenting-figure, after all...

The smaller demon huffed a chuckle and nodded weakly, opening one amber eye, rage and attitude disappeared into thin air as he slowly got his breath back, though... some small smidgeon of pride still refused him to word his defeat.
But still, he looked almost... grateful! Yes, there was definitely something affectionate in those deep, smouldering eyes, as he nudged the greater demon back, showing submission and even that small hint of affection his eyes spoke of.

It is, isn't it? >w<

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All the while the youth was regaining his energy fast, making him raise his head... and gently groom the older demon, the deepest respect in his every movement... And, surprisingly, a rather rare ability for demons showed as he did so, that of being able to heal someone other than themselves!
Masterfully, he was seeking out every little cut and bruise The King might have, nuzzling them softly, willing the pain away with an almost servant-like devotion... He really was a good kid after all...
"So why're ya here anyway?..." He asked calmly, the bratty attitude completely and utterly gone from his voice as he groomed the new object of his affection.

Must... Find.. Camera! TwT

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The youngster frowned, Not pleased by this information at all.
In his mind, he'd already marked the stag as his own, or rather, marked himself as the stag's and like any of his possessions, he wouldn't allow any harm to come to this one.
He huffed slightly, though not in a spiteful or bratty way.
"Sounds like they're giving you hell... And just at the time when I'm trapped here..." he sighed, nibbling slightly at the other's ear, healing a wound as well as being just a little playful, like a puppy who's been taught not to bite, but longs to do so with all its soul anyway.

Crire chuckled softly, moving just slightly closer, moving his soft, healing grooming to the torn wings of the other, feeling slightly bad and disappointed with himself for not being able to heal them.
Still, it was sure to feel nice, at least.
"Heh... Y'know, I was born for war..." he said in a slightly nostalgic, yet melancholic fashion at the same time, as if war was all he ever knew... A quite sad fate for someone with the ability to show such tenderness towards other beings... once he stopped being an insufferable brat, that is.

The youngster gave a small, sad smile, tipped slightly in irony as he watched the skin of the wings become more pliable and rejuvenated... He couldn't help but feel a little proud, though the older one's words left his heart heavy.
"-And it seems to have turned its back on me... War is all I know, but now it avoids me and shuns me like the friggin' plague..." He muttered into the fur of the other, resting his hard forehead against the side of Valturez gently, careful not to apply too much pressure... Such gentleness was highly uncommon in a war-bred demon indeed...

Snorting slightly at the "babe" remark, Crire's features quickly became darkened as he listened to the older one's story.
Such sadness...
Such endless torment in a single, demonic lifetime...
It made his heart sting.
But, being no-good with words, he couldn't express his sorrow for the other. Instead he just licked his lips, not really knowing what to do and gently nuzzled the other's side...
What he wouldn't do to be able to play his violin right now... It always knew what to say, it never failed in expressing exactly what he felt...
He sighed deeply, stumps of wings drooping.

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Crire sighed deeply, hot breath making the fur on Valturez's body move softly.
"Got stricken down by angels who thought I was too much of a threat, or something... They banished me here with the help of a couple of mediocre "Gods" and bound me in this shape..." he sighed, swishing a tail in annoyance at this memory... Obviously, he did not enjoy this at. all. He saw no beauty or serenity in the forest, only a prison, a place to keep him away from his home... which he probably missed like nothing else.

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Hey, I'm doing the mug-shots, who do you want for it? >w<

*was selfish and immediately bee-lined for the relations-section XD* Very neat! >w<

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The youth nodded, very much unamused by this current state of situations.
"Yeah... And I can't even change shape..." He mumbled, a deep sadness in his eyes, yet another uncommon feature in a demon... then again, he had called himself "Crire of the Violin", maybe the vivid depth of music had given the youth something rather... unique...

"Do not..." The youth muttered at that first remark, frowning, almost pouting, all of it making him bury into the other's fur... a slight pink colour adorning his cheeks.
Still, the frown ended up winning him over as the last words left the older demon's lips, one looking just slightly thoughtful...
"Heh, that's funny... I am in my true form..." he said, finding it rather ironic that his true form should be his least favourite one.

Making the youth chuckle slightly. After all, he was "born" on four legs and could hardly imagine them to be difficult for anyone to control.
"I do have a humanoid form... It's the one I use most, as a matter of fact." He said with a small chuckle in his throat, a nostalgic smile on his lips as he let out a sigh, the smile becoming melancholic yet again.
"I miss my violin..." He said, swishing a tail again, restless... It was obviously frustrating for him to not be able to express himself through music, even... painful.

The youngster nodded, smiling serenely, eyes closed.
"Yeah... Y'know, my soul was born from music... I can't thrive without it..." He said with that small, curious smile on his lips, as if he was listening to some inaudible tune only he could here...

The buck sighed again, a small twitch at his nose, a rock at his chest which hadn't moved for days weighing him down.
"Yeah... If I try to use any of my powers, these... wounds..." He said, motioning for the deep gashes all over his body, still oozing black blood slightly.
"They spring wide open..." He said with a small sigh, looking disheartened as ever...

Immediately, the younger demon got to his legs, slightly shaky, but quickly and elegantly.
"I can try and change, if ya want!..." He said, almost desperately, even sounding eager to please...