[M] Death and Beauty
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Amy could not be more amused about where she found herself. Traveling through Halifax she was searching for various supplies when she came across the cemetery. Chuckling slightly to herself she examined the useless heads of stone and scattered statues. What was the point of this small burial ground when there were dead humans scattered through the streets? Humans truly were the most pointless creatures that had existed. Amy was almost surprised it had taken as long as it had for the humans to die out and canines to take over. Granted she knew about the virus, but it was just natural to her that canines would have conquered when humans disappeared.

Moving through Amy paused as a smell caught her attention. It wasn't one she quite recognized, though whether it was because the graveyard disguised it or something else she didn't know. Amy reached her hand around to her sword, gripping it with excitement. If she was lucky this would be a canine she could toy with. Amy always could use something new to amuse her. Merchandise was off limits for her games since she needed to be able to sell him, leaving her with tons of pent up frustration. She'd resorted to tying up the slave and roaming Halifax, trying to distance herself from the temptation. This distraction seemed exactly what she needed.
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What a bounty this place was. The stranger mused to himself as he sauntered down the broken streets as though he owned the place. There was evidence of much Luperci activity here, though no one was around at the time, and his swagger was exaggerated. Yeah, this town was his, who would dare get in his way?

The wolfdog’s brown eyes scanned the streets, his bent ears listening for sounds from others but really only catching the scratchy skittering noise from all the vermin that loitered in the old, dilapidated buildings. A man of the wild, this place felt like some kind of empire, and with no one else around to claim it, he was king.

What had once been someone’s prize automobile caught his eye - even though now it was only a faded shell of what it once had been. He had come upon towns before but nothing quite like this, he always wondered what the strange things were. One fist clenched the door handle and with a rusty squeal he pulled the door open. He sat in the old, rodent chewed seat and wriggled happily. He placed one hand on the steering wheel and scratched his crotch with the other. “Ahh… A guy could get used to this.”


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Amy stared in disgust at the stranger. He clearly had no manners, but he seemed strong, and that's what mattered. Purposely she strode forward, leaning into the car. Hello. Who are you? Amy liked knowing the names of her victims. It gave something of a personal touch to things. Grinning widely she pulled the door open, ready to drag him out if he tried to resist her.

I'm stopping in this city for a brief while. Take a stroll with me? That was not a request. Suggestively Amy ran her hands down, trying to lure the hybrid after her. Once she got him in the open, Amy would knock him out and take him somewhere private. She didn't necessarily plan to kill him, but she could toy with him first. After she would decide if she wanted to sell him or kill him.
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Whilst sitting in the car and feeling oh so much like a man something wonderful caught his eye. He saw a movement of light cloudy fur and his brown eyes shifted to look out the window at the beauty that had approached him. Well well, this place really was plentiful, wasn’t it? A smile cracked his muzzle as his eyes drank in the sight of the slave trader. One hand tightened on the steering wheel and it was all he could do to move the other hand away from his crotch. He almost salivated at the sight of her.

“Well well, what do we have here?” his voice grumbled with desire. She looked like a dog woman herself, and he bet his half wolf heritage would impress her. “Want to take a ride little lady?”

To his surprise the woman bent down and leaned into the window. Wait… no, he wasn’t surprised, what was he thinking? Of course she would. When she spoke her voice wasn’t exactly filled with passion or anything, but hell, she actually talked to him. His face lit up for a moment, but he thought it was odd the way she yanked the door open.

“Or we could go for a walk…” he agreed and willingly got out of the car. His tongue lapped out of his mouth, licking his lips as he got a better look at the woman. “Where d’ya want to go darling?”

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The man had barely finished speaking before she struck, hitting him on the nerve in his neck. Instantly he crumpled down in a heap. Smiling Amy picked him up, dragging him away. It was hard work, carrying such a large animal, but she wouldn't relinquish her prize. After a while of dragging him through the streets, his body getting bumped and cut by stray glass, she reached a nice room. It was fairly empty. It looked like the store had been closed before the humans had died out, leaving it clean if dusty. There wasn't even any broken glass, the windows boarded up with wood.

Huffing she placed the hybrid in the center and tore down the boards from the windows. The light streaming in Amy turned around, licking her lips with anticipation. He was a beautiful sight, so full of life. It was almost a shame what she was going to do. Closing the door Amy walked over and straddled his body. Lightly she slapped her face. Wake up, darling. It's time to play.
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The poor idiot groaned as he was dragged through the streets, his body registering pain that his mind was not able to comprehend at the moment. If he was awake he would soon appreciate this pain, it would be a walk in the park compared to what the slaver was probably going to do to him.

He moaned again as she deposited him in the center of the bare floor. Slowly he writhed as she tore the boards from the wall and the light cut in. His lids parted for half a second but quickly shut again as the light seared his retinas. He was still only barely conscious.

She was on top of him then, heavy slaps landing on his cheek. The shock jolted him awake, and his eyes opened again to be stung by the light once more. He gasped and yelped in pain and surprise. He blinked rapidly, fixating his fuzzy gaze on her. One pupil was dilated, the other focused. The slam to the back of the head had bruised a nerve and his skull still rang.

“Wuuhhh…?” he muttered incoherently, but was finally coming back. What happened? The first thing his perverted mind thought when he saw her on top of him was that they had gotten drunk and he passed out. What a shame. But still, this just wasn’t right… “What happened?”

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Amy smiled sweetly as he met her eyes. I just brought you somewhere to play, that's all. Gently she stroked his cheek as another hand drew loose one of her daggers. You don't mind, do you? She didn't really care what his answer would be, just wanting a response. Softly she started running the dagger up his leg, not yet piercing the flesh. It had been a while since she'd done it, and Amy planned on enjoying every last moment.

Of course, the fact that she hadn't done this in a while meant that she also couldn't guarantee she wouldn't get carried away and kill him. It would be a shame, as he had a good build on him. On the market Amy was sure the hybrid would fetch a lovely price. Her other needs, though, burned much higher. Running her hands down his chest Amy began the first cut, a lazy zigzag down his chest. The blood trickled, barely a scratch. She leaned in, lapping it up. Amy looked in, wanting to see his reaction.
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Oh, thank god. It seemed what he assumed happened was really true. They must have found an old liquor store and he had really downed a lot of really old swill. Toxic, actually, judging by the pounding in his head. Well the nausea he felt could be attributed to that... but usually when he awoke after a binge the pretty lady wasn't there anymore, and he breathed alcohol for days. That wasn't happening now. He closed his eyes in his confusion, feeling her had against his cheek. It was comforting... Whatever they had done, she must have liked it to still be here taking care of him like that. How odd he would find such a caring woman in the city.

He opened his eyes and looked at her again, but what he saw was not the caring face he expected. No, it was still the same angelic woman, but with the look of a devil on her countenance. The look frightened him. Then he realized what that sound was a second ago... the metal coming out of its sheath...

“What the fuck kind of game are you trying to play here?” he shouted, his booming voice hurting his own head. Something was up and he was done with this weird bitch. He tried to push her off of him but was too weak.

“Hey... hey what... What are you doing...” he grew more and more nervous as he felt the thing run up his leg and then finally the knife was in view at his chest. He tried to shrink down beneath her but the cold floor was unforgiving. There was nowhere to go. “No, no! You bitch!” He wriggled beneath her as she drew the blade across his skin. He growled out of anger, of frustration, instead of pain. The wound cut, it bled, but the pain was little. Then she started licking his blood off his chest and he spat at her face.

“What do you think you're doing you crazy bitch? Some kind of weird-o freak who drinks blood? Yeah right, get off me you fuck...”

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It was a good reaction, albeit noisy. Pleased with the response Amy sat up, looking her prey in the eye. Taking one hand she tore into the wound she'd created, opening it wider. It had been just enough for a trickle, but now she laid the flesh open before her, torn muscle visible through it. Grinning she moved her hand over it, claws gently ticking over it. Her other hand, the one with the dagger, moved to his arm.

I wouldn't suggest struggling so much. I might mess up and accidentally kill you. Amy's words were almost a purr. It really was true, though. If she messed up a single one of her strokes Amy'd be left with a dead body instead of a writhing toy. Amy toyed with the idea of neutering him briefly before deciding that'd be pointless. Instead she drew another soft line, gently peeling the skin away from the arm. Done properly the fur wouldn't get stained, just like a deer pelt.

Her hand gripped the skin, grinning up at her prey. Without a sound she grabbed the loose skin and yanked. A few blood vessels were torn as it came away. It wasn't as much as she'd expected, but more than she'd trimmed. A pleasant combination.


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