Lord Of The Wolves

Pied Piper Plays The Flute

This time no warning is given, just a simple pop of the lip from Seokjin's augmented enthusiasm that alerts the contestants of the young prince's arrival. Everyone is tense, air impeding through the hushed atmosphere that any cacophonous interferences are quickly acknowledged.

Jimin crosses both arms in anticipation, the nerves in his body feeling enlightened by the ambiguity of the situation. From across him Taehyung leans, unfazed by the sudden turn of events.

"I want to fight you." Jimin tells the man. A part of him takes pleasure in the way Taehyung straightens at his statement. 

Taehyung glances back at him. "We do this fair and square?" 

Jimin sneers, "When have we never?"

He cracks the untrained muscles back into wariness, letting his bones chatter like iron rods. A soft glow emerges from his fingertips, traveling alongside his veins and finally coming into a halt at the centre of his palm. The water linings spark a glow in the prince's elbows. His whole arm glistened with crystal blue hues before inching closer and closer to a certain peak.

From across him Taehyung calls out another form of power. Instead of inciting flares betwixt his steely fingers, he simply shifts into a monstrous bulk of hair -allowing for steam to abscond from Jimin's charged element even as the his waters thirst for an ardent battle. Taehyung howls daringly, not too keen with the idea of giving Jimin the greater vantage. 

They're both belligerent, eyes conspicuously filled with bellowing provocations.

In that certain moment nothing and no one dared to intrude - the air swiveling with gallantry that only a fool could reside within the unmet space and plead for death. But the name falls for anyone, and that in itself is inevitable. Just as Taehyung bares his golden tooth, interposing the stillness with a ripple of his wolf's throat, in comes a meddlesome guest.

A cracking twig was all it took for Jimin's water to wane within a second's thought. Taehyung does the same, faltering in his steps as he senses the arrival of mist. The bubble they've created for themselves breaks brusquely, accosting both men.

"The hell is it this time, Jin-hyung..." Jimin mumbles through the air, tone comprising of both curiosity and annoyance. His question is fed more questions when he looks down, sensing the whisper of waddling clouds chafing their shins.

The barks hiss and twigs fall in an adamant pace, mist stirring in its wake as it groans across the field and drop downwards. Haze slips and encircles around unsuspecting trees, dimming the already murky sky with slight offence. Curiosity morph into doubt. Invaded by lulling melodies. The voices mingle in festivity, disarranging the order of things. And they resonate, singing in groups.

Taehyung hears better -even savours the sweet drawl of notes from the unknown's lips. Jimin sees further, seeking the shadowy figure of the mystery...And when Taehyung follows his line of vision, glinting irises peering into the maze of swaying reeds, he's met with the sight of Jungkook's glistening body.

Jimin does not waste chances, quick to inspect sideways before lunging towards Jungkook's path. But the figure turns restlessly with each advances he makes. Each step meant another distance. He leaps a little above the ground, the air giving enough force to let him hover with resolve. 

Jungkook retreats, disappearing through the mist.

Jimin sprints after him, bearing only one thing in mind: catch Jungkook.