meadow

@ø kim donghan Without the dreamy, lazy or just exhausted sigh lots of people had been pictuted to wake up with, minghao lifts his weight to get up slowly as he pushes himself up on his knees, his side wet from the grassy, mossy spot he had used as a bed. or at least he had tried to.
he wipes dome dust off of his ripped - however partially fixed with patches - cloak before he finally pushes himself up properly, releading a soft groan at the feeling of joints making a cracking sound.

just a few moments later, minghao manages to hoist himself up completely. he pokes his head out of the brittle, mossy door that was already missing a slat - and the second one was sure to follow soon - to check the weather. his instincts clearly tell him that something's been odd at some point, and minghao quickly throws the black leather jacket he had stolen upon slaying a huntsman in the forest a while ago. obviously, it was s bit too large for the quite skinny male, but it was better than nothing, right? keen on knowing what this strange vibe he was feeling now way, he strolls outside. using his fine senses, or to be certain, his nose, he notices a flowery smell mixed with sheer fear in the air. lowering himself a bit, he hears the sounds of sticks and leaves cracking, and minghao decides to follow said steps. minghao had been a good runner, despite being so skinny. usually, he would avoid situations like these, however for some reason he was keen on knowing. pitch black strands of hair fall into the young male's face as the wind howls a soft tone against his frame. with a sudden rush of adrenaline, he hastily rushes after the tempting scent. and the sounds he had heard before.

as he gets closer to the source of the scent, minghao begins to pant out heavily as he speeds up some more, getting closer to the end of the forest, light shining on his dark hair. colorful spots in the meadow distract him at first, and the fresh scent of blooming petals melt with the sweet, thrilling sensation from before. stepping out of the forest and into the sea of flowers and grass, he loses the scent for a second before noticing an odd spot in the grass. and there it was again, the scent. he pants out heavily but tries to suppress the urge to, wanting to remain unnoticed in case there was someone, however he thought he must've failed terribly. as he arrives at said spot, minghao lets a low growl sound from his throat, stopping as he sees the curled frame in the grass.
it must have looked weird, the image of the boy that's covered in black suddenly standing in front of a... cramping mess. kind of like a death angel "picking him up".

"omega...", he mumbles lowly, eyes examining your features as he leans down to muster your face. he stares at you blankly, however he takes another step closer. minghao was most definitely a lone wolf, so he never really got in contact with others, but most definitely not with an omega in heat. at least not in years.
and that's where the instincts start kicking in. he leans down to crouch, soon getting on his knees to capture your neck between his jaws in a rather threatening manner. characteristic canines tickle over the thin layer of skin over your throat, and this was merely a test of how easily you'd submit to an alpha, if you'd accept him. or more like, how easily you'd accept him. because in the end you both knew what this kind of hold minghao had around your theoat would mean for the both of you. , rough . maybe over and over again, depending on how keen on he was to keep you through your heat. and after that.

@α xu minghao The humid scent of damp moss gave the forest a swampy feeling. The moisture in the air practically clung to the skin or fur of any being that dare step into its inviting embrace. It almost gave the illusion that one couldn't breathe; that an overwhelming pressure had its grip on one's lungs. The situation could only feel a thousand times worse if one was running through said forest.

Panted breaths echoed within the small clearing that resided deep within the heart of the forest. The breaths soon turned into sharp gasps of exhaustion mixed with pain as the figure collapsed onto the plush grass. Fear practically radiated off the small male's form as he struggled to push himself in a kneeling position. His eyes darted back and forth in a futile attempt to check his surroundings, trying to make sure he hadn't been followed. The tell-tale signs of an oncoming heat were making themselves apparent, an almost sickly sweet scent of wildflowers coiling around the young omega.

Still, Donghan forced himself to keep going, staggering to his feet, soil clinging to his sun-kissed skin and muddying the practically sheer gold fabric flowing around his body. The fabric could barely be considered clothing as it showed off what his masters considered his best assets. He had barely had enough time to grab a servant's cloak before taking off during a rare moment of freedom before his heat rendered him useless. The dense brown material helped hide the gaudy jewelry adorning the harem boy's neck, red gems standing out against prominent collarbones.

As he ran, though, the only sounds that could be heard were his bare feet slapping the ground, his ragged breathing, and the faintest of twinkling noises from his bracelets and anklets clinking together, or rather his golden shackles. The meadow was a blessing to his senses, though, and he willingly succumbed to flopping down among the petals of wildflowers that helped muddle his scent enough for him to relax. He may be out in the open, but no one would come to find him here, not at this time of day.