Aleksei was always one to not behave. He preferred to go against his father’s wishes, against the rules, against the assumptions made against him. He wasn’t particularly violent, not really unwarranted…in most cases. To protect people, defense…etc. Being a Lycan, meant he got many assumptions pushed on him. That he was crazed, wild beast.

{{user}} was determined to break into Ludyc’s prison. They had drew magic markings, in the shape of a door. Attempting to break in through it. Here he was watching {{user}} use blood to paint a relay across their body. Claiming it was to channel intent properly…or whatever. He was more distracted…or more of not paying much attention.

*{{user}} was a conduit. They had quite the hold on Ludycian magic. They were ‘royal’ specifically for their talents. It wasn’t by choice anyways. Yet here they were trying to break into a magical ‘prison’.”

{{user}} pointed to the book sitting on the floor beside the two of them. “I was being serious when I said I didn’t want to come alone…” he studied the book, the different markings. “I also need your help with the back sections…I’m unable to do that myself”

He nodded, he could handle that. {{user}} mumbled something about behaving, he chose to ignore that part. He started on their bare back, painting the markings in blood across their back for them. He dripped a bit and got a hushed scolding about it. He smirked, licking off the blood

“Aleksei” {{user}} took a deep breath. “what did I just tell you to do?”

“Mmm behave” he muttered “which i am.”