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Re: backdated to 6/3 (or 3/6) (the school event anyway), text | un: xXSATANRULEZ666Xx

[worcestershiresauce]

[It isnt only Satan having a shit time. Wriothesley missed out in school his while life. If this was normal school he would have loved a chsnce to learn but it wasn't and he'd been a bit stressed himself. Couple that with the fact his love was forcibly taken away and they toyed with him over possobly taking his love away from him after he'd just been engaged. For a man who just thought he was getting a happy ending who only thought they were for fairytales and not for him, this was too much to take. Needless to say Wriothesley was furious and had half a mind to revolt along with some of the other submissives. He would have if he knew that wouldnt end well.

Instead he waited and his anger grew and grew. He played their stupid games all while grinding his fangs and trying to play the obedient dog he was until he couldn't bare it another moment. The only solitude he has was spending his nights with Gokudera. That calmed him somewhat, that was until his device went off and he got an offer he wasn't planning on passing up.]

I have gym class in an hour. Meet me after it by the locker room. I need it too. I got a surprise I think you'll enjoy. I snuck something in I've been waiting to use.

...missed you, mon lutin

wriothesley sir stop being so fucking cute when ur about to go wolf mode please

[bruxing]

Got it
Whatever surprise you got
better be able to handle the spanking I plan on giving that hot ass of yours




I missed you too
glad I'm back
hope your man got back safe too

[Because just...saying that sort of stuff without addressing Gokudera's existence feels...Weird. For some reason. (It is not, in fact, the way that he's already very, very fond of Wriothesley and already a little possessive in a way that only a devil can manage to be hypocritical about.) (Don't worry about it.)

Anyway, the point is that Satan's waiting by the locker room, giving everyone else stink eyes so that they do NOT fucking talk to him, which is a bonus because no one wants to talk to him anyway. But when he sees his date for the night, his expression only darkens, teeth crunching away against each other as he zips in close to put a hand on his shoulder.]

Fuck, forgot how cute you are. [And yes, it is pissing him off, as always.]

Re: impossible he doesnt know how to not be cute. It's 90% accidental tbh

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[Gym was some bullshit sex ed shibari nonsense and when he finally gets out of the class he's really out of it. Of course being the biggest pne in the class he was picked for demonstration purposes and had to be tied up. He had to sit there all nice and quiet for an hour with no touch while everyone stared at his body and he's completely overstimulated by this point. It doesnt help hes been forced to wear a uniform mean for a woman on his build either. The pantyhose and short skirt barely cover his long legs and the shirt has been a crop top on him this whole time. When he arrives for his meeting with Satan his eyes are still unfocused from the session and there are still rope marks all over his body.]

Mon lutin....

[his voice is barely above a whisper as he just walks over to the man without a thought and starts to bend down and rub his face in that puff of hair on the top of his head. He doesn't care who sees them and there are a few, it is the locker room after all. He's just still too out of it too care right now.

Satan might however notice there is a satchel wriothesley is wearing which is odd for him, he never had one before. It's protected and even in his clearly semi deliriousstate hes careful to make sure its still safe as he's cuddling up against Satan at the moment.] Soft....You're so soft....smell nice....

not his gap moe constantly on...WRIOTHESLEYYYYYYYYY

[bruxing]

[...Huh. The rope marks instantly catch Satan's eye, and he reaches out to touch one running underneath Wriothesley's ribcage, other hand still rubbing at his shoulder. Even as his stance softens, his glare only gets more venomous to deter those reckless idiots still daring to stare at them.]

Yeah, I shower. 'Course I smell good. C'mon, let's get you outta here and get some fresh air, yeah?

[...In this shape, he can't manhandle Wriothesley as much as he'd like, but if he shifts, then Satan's going to ruin his uniform and probably catch shit for it...Ughhhh. Fine. He'll just have to lead the poor subbed-out Sub outside by the hand, even if he'd rather just be touching him all over and digging his nails in so hard it hurts.

Whatever. Whoever he's stuck dorming with is just going to have to either be out or deal with it, because that's the best place Satan can take Wriothesley right now, and it's certainly where he's heading.] ...Good lesson, or shit? If it was shit, you can beat me up instead.

Re: he just a guy, a dilf but minus the whole having any kids thing xD

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[With the touch to his ribcage he lets out a soft moan and leans more of his weight against Satan. The short skirt isn't hiding much of wriothesley's ass even woth the stockings let alone the bulge forming now that hes with Satan.]

Mhmm okay..whatever you want

[There isn't a fight at all as he lets himself be dragged from the locker room but he does stumble man times like he's almost drugged. He isn't but he's just jot paying attention to anything around him except the man in front of him. He keeps leaning down to bite at Satan's ear and kiss at his face or nuzzle against him which just slows how long it takes them to get somewhere more private. Wriothesley doesn't really even respond to his questions as quick as he normally does either, needing a bit to process that something was said to him at all.]

Ah..um...I didn't like it...but you're here....you'll make me better right?...You're nice to me.

[He stumbles at that as he reaches for his satchel but doesn’t take out the surprise inside.]

I wanna show you something special....cause you're special to me

call that a baby dilf. a dilf in process. the ilf part without the technicality of being the d

[bruxing]

Course I will, pretty-boy. You show me what you wanna show me when we get back, I'll take care of you, 'n you can do what you gotta to get all the way back to 100%.

[God-- it really is hard to not just steal into some nearby nook or cranny and have at, with how cuddly and fussy Wriothesley's being right now, but...The stubborn determination to keep this sight to himself for now is winning out, barely. Just-- that he can't reciprocate much, lest he give in altogether. A few clumsy cheek kisses, a little back rub every few seconds to try and keep them both on track, but that's all he can risk.

...Never mind the way being called 'special' has him feeling.

Satan's teeth are crunching into dust from how cute this is in a kind of sad, pathetic way, from how much restraint he's exercising, from how fast his heart's pounding, the lot. He's red as a beet, as if he's furious instead of incredibly flustered (and with him it's the same fucking thing really), but. Just a little more. Just a little more to the dorms.]

You're one of my boys now, alright? I'll take care of you 'til you die. Just keep showing me special shit like this. [the building's in sight they just have to get inside and find his room it's FINE they are SO CLOSE]

Re: ilf because Satan is providing the d for him xD

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Pretty boy...you're the pretty one...I'm just..I'm...mhmm...

[This really is Satan's first time seeing how utterly needy of a man wriothesley can be. Each small touch only has him wanting and needing more. It's not enough for him in this state and he starts to walk a little slower and make little whining moans with every other step. It's like agony to not be touched by Satan and be so close to him right now so he keeps touching where he can. There's kisses to his neck as they walk, each sloppy and misplaced and a nibble here or there to his cheek and neck when he feels like he might have a hard time walking. His hands are on Satan's waist and groping at his hips and ass.

Each time they pause for a touch Wriothesley smiles thinking he's getting what he wants and everytime they continue on he frowns and pouts and drags his heels a little more behind him. He isn't helping at all and being a total brat for his partner but at least a cute one???]

Special shit? Well yeah you're special. I like you a lot already....kinda scary. You aren't gonna leave too right?

[Those words are almost mumbled as he stops his heel dragging and instead just rests his head on Satan's shoulder, nuzzling him and hugging him as they FINALLY make it to the dorms.]

Je commence vraiment à t'aimer

look BIG MEN TAKING DICK N BEING CODDLED IS GOOD satan will daddy him all he wants

[bruxing]

[It's

It's so fucking good. But then again, what is a king if not a man who simply loves being needed, who loves his people so wholeheartedly and openly that they have no choice but to love him back? (At least in Gehenna.) Each touch, each little whimper, all shattering Satan's already frail self-control, and by the time they hit the door to his dorm, he's already spat out a bit of tooth from the weight of Wriothesley's affections.

But the door gets unlocked, opened. And he nudges his date through in lieu of pushing him, were he only steadier on his feet and more lucid. Door locked behind them. Satan breathing shakily, red as a tomato, staring Wriothesley down like a lioness does an injured gazelle.]

...Dunno what that means, gorgeous. But what's your surprise? Better make it quick, before I tear your damn clothes off your body and make sure you remember me even if they kill me.

Re: glad they met by complete accident xD

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[The moment they enter the room Wriothesley stumbles in and looks around at his change of scenery. He can't rememberhow he got here, wasn'the at the lockers? A pout leaves him for a moment and he's about to totally whine again but then his eyes focus on Satan and he instantly cheers up and goes back to his side to cuddle against him.]

You came, my sweet devil

[He rubs his scratchy rough face against Satan's smooth hairless cheek before kissing him then pulls away and chuckles a bit as he looks at him all discolored even for him.]

Hehehe you like me~ I wanna give you a treat but you gotta promise not to freak out okay? It's a little scary at first.

[Despite asking for the consent he doesn't wait for it before he pulls out a weird glowing vial and downs the whole thing before satan can stop him. A little of the obviously magical liquid drips down his lips and he licks it to get ever drop. Even in the state he's in he has sense enough to put the vial back in his satchel and take it off and start undressing himself but his fingers do a sloppy job and the potion works faster than he can undress.

He was trying to save his uniform but there is no saving it as the sound of bones snapping and reforming fills the room. It all happens so fast as Wriothesley is there as a human in one moment and then on the floor as his limbs contort in grotesque ways they shouldn't, his skin peels off as fur replaces his body and his body elongates all over. He doesn't make much of a noise despite the pain it should put him in to shift into such a different form but hes done this so often hes used to it. When its done the human before satan is gone along with the flesh and torn clothes. Skin is replaced with raven fur as dark as his hair and a tail thats so long its coiled around himself to not take up too much of the room. He's MASSIVE as a wolf, those same icy blue eyes staring back at satan only made more intense to be surrounded by all the dark fur. The wolf takes up much more room and has to crouch in the room its so big, whining a little with his ears low on his head. Its clear Wriothesley is nervous showing this off, like this he really can't hide any of how he's feeling anymore.]

...do you....like it?

[he can still speak and when he does all his canines are revealed though hes still not used to talking well like this. He doesnt usually have much time to practice speaking as a werewolf.]

same ;_; i just want to squidge them together a little uuuuu

[bruxing]

It's alrigh--

[But then Wriothesley chugs his surprise down, and practically peels himself open into something completely new. It's horrifying, but--

Well, he's seen angelification, and that was against a devil's will, melting and turning them into abominations of flesh. This is something Wriothesley wants to show him, something that...Doesn't seem to hurt him that much, despite the noises and sights, so it's better, right? Yeah.

And besides. Big cute fluffy doggy man. Once Satan's recovered from the grotesqueries he's just seen, he trots in closer, completely quiet, to reach both hands out to that big wolfy face.]

...Cute. [His fingers run along those teeth, then scritch under his jaw.] Very, very cute. Just as cute as you were before, actually. You wanna lay on the ground, stretch out a bit? I'll move my bed over to give you more room, then I'll rub your belly real good.

Re: squish them together and have them kiss

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[Despite being the same Wriothesley he was justs seconds ago just in another form, he seems more alert in this form and truly he is. While he is still a little more tired thanhe usuallyl is as a wolf he is more alert than he was before. With Satan touching his canines his reaction time is instant and not delayed like before, his long tongue meeting to lick his fingers. His eyes close and he whines for more as his jaw is scratched. The massive and long tail swaying eagerly behind him, knocking down anything around it without a care in its pleasure if being pet. The dark pierced furry ears on his head are up and pointed at the fact hes being pet finally and he really would do anything Satan asked him right now for more scratches.]

Yess...please....don't stop....i...I like this......it feels so good. So so good..

[Wriothesley doesn't wait for the bed to be moved before he is moving closer and getting on his fours like a good little wolf amd showing him his belly already. The clothes he once wore were all destroyed. There was no way any of that was fitting him in this form but he was furry enough that you couldnt see snything anyway.]

More...more rubs....please?

what if i make his little doll hands slap wrio's ass while he's at it. spiderman spank style.

[bruxing]

Yeah? That good, huh? [He huffs a laugh as he kicks his bed into the wall, only half paying it attention; how could Satan not be completely tickled by the gigantic puppy right here in his room, after all? How could he ignore him? Soon as there's enough space, Satan's running right back to Wriothesley and leaping onto him as if he's Totoro, before rubbing against his bared belly with a laugh.]

Who's a good boy, huh? Who's a good boy? You are.

...Shit, I was gonna lay into you after your class, really hammer it outta the both of us, but this is just as good. [At least while he's faced with a good dog who does not, in fact, need discipline.] Keep those manners up, and I'll give you all the rubs you need.

Re: ahahahahahaha yessss

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[If Satan thought Wriothesley acted similar to a talk when he was human before than now is even worse, the man or rather wolf man has his tongue lulling out to the side and his eyes closed the moment he has Satan back onto his chest and scratching him. His tail is nonstop wagging and causing accidental damage with whatever it hits along the way as he has the most content dog face a dog can possible have.]

Me...it's me right? I'm a good boy??

[With Satan right on his ultra furry chest he can here the deeper vibrato of his voice as he speaks, feel the rumbling there and those massive clawed paws keep him in place as best they can. Hes not as flexible like this but he can still give hugs. Whats different though is the texture of his paws, they arent his rough hands now but have the feel of fur mixed with that plush feeling of paw pads. His paw beans are pressing up against Satan as he holds onto him, carefully trying not to scratch him with his claws.]

I feel...mhmmm...feel better already....

[bruxing]

Yeah. Yeah, it's you.

[Look, it's not their furniture, who cares. Not this guy, certainly; too busy scrubbing Wriothesley with both hands, chin atop his sternum and smile fond, content. The vibration of each happy syllable, the soft squish of each toe bean and the plushness of that dark fur, the weight of being held...And Wriothesley's happiness, most of all. It's all wonderful.

Definitely enough to keep Satan happy in turn, even as he squirms a little and starts rubbing his feet against that thick fur as well. All Hands On Dic

dick. what a freudian slip. well, whatever. All Hands On Deck, Maybe Dick Eventually, Satan's too happy to sit here and just let this big goober stop thinking for a bit to be honest.]

You're my good boy, huh? Real good boy. Special boy.

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Special boy...mhm....I love that....

[Those clawed paw beans grip at Satan, holding him firmly and running through that lovely soft mane of his. He tries to lean forward to nuzzle his nose against him and licks at Satan's face.]

Mhmm so tasty...want more...more touch

[That freudian slip is goong to become reality if they keep this up. Usually he is one for just some touch but he really is enjoying the kisses and licks from he's giving right now so he really just wants some more. ]

[bruxing]

[oudghhgihghskfsdghhhhghbbbbbbbb he's so fucking cute Satan could die right now

Not that he's going to, but like. Ooooooouuuuhhhh. Adorable. And yeah, Satan's absolutely getting slowly worked up, especially getting licked like that, but-- it feels weird.

Well, there's one way to solve that, isn't there?]

Hey-- you know, I'm gonna get a boner if you keep licking me like that. Then I'm gonna have to make you my bitch. We clear?

[Terms and conditions, babey! Now Wriothesley knows the consequences of his actions, and if he presses onwards nonetheless, then...Then Satan doesn't have to feel bad about ruining such a big cuddlebug, does he? No sir.] Fuck, you're so pretty, even like this!

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[The licking stops only for a moment for Wriothesley to tilt his head, contemplating on if he should continue or stop. The tail wagging stops for a moment too as he comes to a decision. Honestly he wouldn't mind being Satan's bitch he decides licks his face one more time. His cold wet nose brushes up against Satan's neck as he takes in deep breathes of his scent, something so familiar and soothing that the grip he has on him tightens. Those careful claws dig in a little to flesh as he indulges in the scent.]

More...take me.

[Those claws release their grip, and his tail starts to wag again though not as feverishly as before more contained as if waiting for Satan's move on him.]

You're pretty too...beautiful.

[He shifts them both to the side so that they arent laying on his back anymore but on both their sides on the floor. Something about this makes Satan seem so much smaller now in his arms and for a moment the wolf whimpers and whines.]

Am I...am I too big for you to fuck?

[bruxing]

...What? Too big?

[Rage flares up, hot in his gut, but-- Wriothesley's whimpering and whining stops it from flowing out of Satan's mouth like lava. Time to scoot forward a bit on that massive barrel chest, so that he can take that muzzle in his hands (gently, tenderly) and force a bit of eye contact.

...Even with his dick more obviously starting to get hard. Ignore that shit, ignore the tight pants doing him no favours, whatever, he just has to get this out of the road first!!]

No matter how big you are, I'm gonna wanna fuck you because you always turn me on like crazy, dummy. You got no idea how hot you are, do you? Even when you're all big and cuddly and cute like this, if you wanna sleep with me, then I'm down at the drop of a hat. Alright? Actually-- You want me to get big too, or you fine with me like this? Even if I won't have a huge dick compared to you, ha.

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[The words hadn't meant to be an insult at all, they had just slipped out in genuine concern wondering if Satan would be less interested in him like this. He was bigger and hairier and very much less human without the ability to do some human things as well as some positions so he'd figure it would change Satan's mind. He hadn't expected such a response instead.

The grab to his face was so tender that the wold just closed it's eyes for a moment, enjoying it before it's tongue was licking at the hand holding him. He was being loved by someone other than Gokudera, accepted by another and it made his heart beat rapidly in his chest. Oh it was over for Wriothesley, he was definitely falling for Satan now.]

You can get big too? Can I see?

[If Satan was accepting all of him then he wanted to do the same. He rubbed his face as much as he could against Satan's hands, trying to get his own scent of bergamot to mix with Satan. He indeed was trying to put a little claim back on Satan in his own way, scenting him as his. They couldn't contract but even temporarilys he could do this and it would make him happy. For a few hours Satan would smell like his. No one else but him had to know.]

Show me all of you, please.

[bruxing]

Of course. Lemme hop up so I don't crush you, alright?

[.......But first, a little more face-scrubbing, because his dumb ass does not think about things like 'being scented' nor even think to read Wriothesley's mind to understand the gesture. Surely this is just because he likes being petted so much, and who is Satan to deny him? Just...Just a few more seconds.

Okay, alright. Gotta get moving. One last little scruff, before he slips off Wriothesley's chest with a grunt, shifting a bit more furniture around just to make sure there's enough room for the pair of them. ...Okay, maybe he's used to being ginormous in his other form, because he's really moving furniture around until the walls are lined, oops.

Anyway. That lovely bergamot scent mixing with the sunbathing cat smell Satan always has? Sharply replaced by fire and brimstone scent, a plume of thick, black smoke obscuring his form until it wicks away and leaves. Uh. this fucking guy. There's a full sprite that reveals Satan's pretty much all legs in this form, but can I find it? No. Just imagine he has really long legs. Supermodel legs. Still bulky as shit, though, even if he's only two and a half metres tall.]

This's how I like to show up if any human tries summoning us. Scares away the ones who aren't ready, kahaha! Whaddya think?

[Even his words are marked with red, foamy slaver dripping from his jaw. Real sexy. It looks as though he's as smooth as a Ken doll downstairs (bar a faint bulge, perhaps), though. How's...How's he planning on fucking his dog wife? Wait and see.]

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[The wolf whines a bit when satan gets off him but he knows he has to wait for his prize. He is going to get more of him in a few minutes so like a good boy Wriothesly goes over to a corner out of the way and sits and makes himself as small as he can. His tail wags behind him as he sits patiently and watches Satan move all the furniture around the room. He doesn't really get it but he lets him do his thing. He's just happy that Satan has his scent. The man is his right now and Wriothesley is so proud of that.

That is until a plume of smoke appears where Satan once was and their mixed scents is gone. All he can smell is fire and brimestone and its so strong he starts to almost choke. He gets up and coughs, the fur on his body on edge as his tail stops wagging and his ears lay flat on his head.

A deep growl reverberates in his chest as he cautiously walks towards the smoke of the beast in the room. He knows logicially its still his Satan but his scent is gone. The claim he just placed is vanished like it never existed. He isnt sure if he should attack or submit to this powerful being before him. There is none of him that looks like the sweet gentle man he's been falling for, not even the same eyes. Wriothesley is confused.

He hears the voice, ears still low on his head but he pads over to the beast and sniffs at him, sneezing at first from how the scent fills his lungs too fast but he does still rub his face against Satan's leg. He keeps himself low still and once he sees Satan is fine he lays on his back again, submitting to him.]

Big...you're big...and you lost my scent....why? I liked you smelling like me.

i forgot his fancy text formatting forgive me...i gotta be insufferable about it

[bruxing]

Ha? I what now?

[He bends down, runs one ham hand over Wriothesley's head and scruffs at his ears a little bit, voice carrying emotion where his face refuses to move.] I just smelled like me, I thought. Now I still smell like me, just...Different me, is all.

I told you I was gonna be big, though. This is tiny compared to what I normally get like in this form; they took that from me too. [But that doesn't matter. Wriothesley's unnerved, which-- makes Satan feel something. Uneasy, guilty perhaps.

All he can think of is to apologetically press his dripping maw to that doggy forehead, in lieu of a kiss.]

Re: xD its okay! Wrio wolf instincts say run but he wants to stay with his boo

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[The touch sends a slight shiver through Wriothesley's entire body. He can feel how much stronger Satan is just from the simple head pat and it puts him on edge. There is so much raw energy there just contained in this form, it's so unlike Satan's more human form. He's powerful then too and strong and Wriothesley knows he would kick his ass if they fought outright but this is so different. It's a little terrifying but Satan accepted him and he wants to accept him back. The form itself isn't bad looking at all, its just the power it exudes that keeps wanting Wriothesley to submit on instinct.]

I scented you...its gone....

[That maw comes closer and the wolf stays and rubs his head against it in return. Wriothesley's scent isn't strong enough to stick against the brimstone, he can't scent claim a king of hell in their true form. He's just a mutt.]

You're amazing like this...I..I dont think I've ever seen anyone as powerful before and I knew a dragon god...

[He rubs his head against Satan more until he's taking that brimstone scent onto himself, being claimed by the other and feeling his nerves slowly start to unwind as his tail starts wagging once more. He even feels comfortable enough to lick at Satan's face, mindful of his dripping maw however.]

he's the bravest human there ever was to be able to withstand devil pressure, truly

[bruxing]

[There's a deep rumble, something like a laugh, before Satan plonks down on his ass and spreads his long, long legs. All the better to hold his arms out for Wriothesley, to fit him in close.]

Yeah, if I was at full power, you probably would've exploded. But I knew they would've sucked the juice outta me, so you're safe. Wouldn't have done this, otherwise.

C'mere. gorgeous. Let's do this scenting thing all you want, huh? Until we both have just one smell that's both of us. [As if they're not already basically cuddling, but like. Whatever. He's just going to scoop his big pupy up into a hug, rubbing their cheeks together with utmost care (because damn, Satan, your fucking horns in this form).

N. never mind the way that. Being in such close proximity, with such constant affection, is naturally winding him up. Or is it this open acceptance and want from someone too good for him? At any rate, his sheath's definitely bulging a little more, tapered red tip starting to peek through that black skin all damp and hard as a fucking rock.]

Re: bravest or stupidest xD he dumb in love thats for sure

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[Satan openly wants to be scented? Did the devil king know what that meant? Wriothesley wasn't sure but he happily filled the space in those big arms and let that suffocating scent take over his own bergamot one. He'd be claimed by Satan and he was fine with that. He had wanted to try and bite the other before too but rubbing against his skin he wasn't even sure his fangs would break through Satan's flesh like this.]

Yours....I'm yours.

[If he could Wriothesley would be purring in content as he rubbed against him. The soft dark fur up against Satan's dark body, pressing soft touches against his tapered red tip starting to come out as well. His own cock was starting to get hard too, hidden in the mass of fur that was his body. It still had its piercings running along the shaft like he did as a human only the base was very different and the more they kept rubbing against eachother the more it was very obvious that in this form Wriothesley had a knot. Too bad it wasn't going to be used.]