[m] in your padded cell

Ángel Fàbregas i Reus · 01-04-2012, 02:32 PM

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WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

ooc: no need to match length XD 1000+

Angel's leg had repaired itself. Perhaps more slowly than usual, but then again he hadn't got to Enkiel for his medical opinion. Call it preserving his pride. He was a warrior, but even warrior found themselves injured from time to time. This situation had been akin to the long ago human athletes. Neither of them were invincible. And of course there was the question of age. He wouldn't admit it but he was ageing. Gracefully, there was no doubt about that. He was doing well for his age, still spry and athletic as someone half his age. That was where he held his pride. Ana was a year his junior and had done less with her life than him. She was lazy, spoilt, crass and an unforgivable flirt. Granted he still protected her from any harsh word against her. After all she was his sister, one of the very few people he'd risk his life for, not to mention lay it down knowingly.

The city was rather bland. Sharp, unforgiving triangles of concrete stuck up from the roof line, like the jagged teeth of a apex predator. Just like me, Angel considered, a small smirk playing on the corners of his mouth. It was a wasteland, lacking the care and respect Catalan canines had for their environment. Tangles of greenery hung from window ledges, door frames, roofs, just about anyway they could stick their rooting and feed of of the common rain and occasional sun. The street he paced up was a small one, and when the wind caught the buildings at one end the chill rattled down it's length, hitting Angel and sending his fur ruffling. Of course this was something he was accustomed to, something he didn't particularly mind what with his thick coat. Something he owed to his thick pelted, domestic forefathers many, many years ago.

The Spaniard gazed around one last time, planning to get in out of the cold and perhaps find something useful. The idea was, however, discarded quickly, as he found he was without means to transport them back to the clan. He let out a small 'hmph', it didn't effect him much. He could away's hunt the rats, couldn't he. He paced over to the fractured shop window, just as another wind hissed down the narrow street. Due to Angel's height, even in secui form, the wall below the broken window posed little of an obstacle. Thick black paws hovered over the jagged, transparent teeth, before stretching over and securing themselves to the ground. The Spaniard's other three limbs followed suite, all three avoiding the sharp instruments below. It was a trivial task to such a man.

The building was, in fact, a quaint little cafe. Broken chairs were strew over the place, most of the rusted with limbs missing. The tables however, were screwed down to the floor. Some of the screws and rusted and broken away and some had just rusted altogether and efficiently glueing themselves to both the table legs and the lino flooring. Large, room length lights litter the ceiling, broken and grubby, as result of time. The seemed as if they had been bright a long time ago, the type that mirrored the sun when one open their eyes first thing in the morning. A large glass fronted counted sat at the far end, with a cash till sitting to the side of it and the door arch behind it. The cash register, from what Angel could see from his position by the window, was that it had been smashed open a while ago. Old yellow water filled the inside tray, and it was evident it had been there for some time. The black and white, or at least that what Angel suspected it should have been had it weren't for the layering of scum and dirt that caked it, patterned linoleum was peeling at the edges. It was a rather dull, stereotypical little place. Though it was that commonness found practically all over the world than Angel found relaxing and friendly about this place. Even through the layers of dirt an scum Angel could see that this place held memories.

Angel large secui form wiggled through the space between two tables, his tail smacking of the edge as his tail flickered aimlessly. It was a wondrous place to the Spaniard, who favoured the simple life. If he had been a loner, he would have perhaps considered swiping this place and calling it his own home. Angel considered the fact that he would have never found himself accustomed to a loners life. He'd spent so many years at someone's beck and call the idea of being 'free' in a sense was alien to him. He chuckled at himself. He was like a slave and yet he wouldn't have it any other way. He paused for a moment taking in the sight before something disrupted his train of thought. A rat. A small, greyish brown rodent swept past him to his right. Quick as a flash, Angel pounced after it. It wasn't as if he needed the meat, nor that he particularly fancied rat today. But it was the thrill of the chase wasn't it?

The Spaniard jumped upon the table, the rusted nails finally gave up and the table toppled under his weight and the force of his movement. In an effortless leap, Angel moved from the tipping table top, through the maw like window and down onto the cracked, plant pot concrete. The rat was still a full length in front of him, but this measurement was solved in a single, additional bound. Capturing the rodent with his fore paws, he held onto the thing. He let his body fall to the floor and his head move to brush against the rat. The game was over. But it was a game after all, Angel was not hungry, not even a small amount. He had won and there was no need for irrelevant bloodshed. His paws shifted open and the rat scurried away. The Spaniard stood, shaking himself down and smirking.

He still had it.

Amy Sunders · 01-04-2012, 05:20 PM

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Amy had returned to the city that had hosted her once more. She wasn't expecting to pick up another slave, though at this point Hadley was very well broken in. He listened to her every command, and was respectfully silent. All that was left was to find a buyer for him. Then she could begin her games all over again, hunting down another unsuspecting canine and tearing him to shreds. She licked her lips in anticipation at the promise of a hunt still some time away.

Wandering through the city Amy searched for possible items that she could add to her wares. The city was full of things that the humans had left behind when they died, and often they were still in good enough condition to be used. What killed the humans off must have been very swift, as many of the items looked like they had only been meant to stay there for a little while before being moved, a storage place while the human did other things.

The clatter of something collapsing caught Amy's attention. Her head swiveled, nostrils flaring in curiosity. There was another canine around here. A wolf, if she read the scent right, and recently injured. With nothing better to do Amy wandered over to the shop, spotting a thick secui wolf releasing a scuttling rat. She chuckled. I supposed the rat was too heavy for this old table? Her smile was light and teasing, waiting for the other's response.

Ángel Fàbregas i Reus · 01-05-2012, 04:20 PM

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He lifted his crystal blue eyes up and watched the doggish female, 'I hope you weren't referring to me as a rat?' he quipped back standing up to his full height and giving her a suave smile. He flicked his tail softly behind him creating a gentle swishing sound in the air. He wondered if she'd enjoyed the spectacle she'd seen before her. The effortless hunting and the mercy he held in his heart. He could have easily bit it's head off and tossed it's corpse to one side in a second but he wasn't like that. 'Enjoy the show?' he asked, gazing back to the cafe and then back to her. He advanced towards her in a casual, not menacing, way. Unlike what he usually did. What he usually was like.

He stopped some metres before her to shift. Slowly his height rose to his full seven foot eight with bulging muscles and sharply cut body. He was a splendid sight and many girls had thrown themselves at him. He'd rejected them, loosing Maria was too much and they wanted a solid mate. One night stands he had been very welcome too and notably there had been many and he had welcomed them, despite them being on his 'sin list'. He considered that this woman wasn't the mating sort either. 'Buenos tardes' he greeted, looking up to the just after midday sky and deciding on the correct greeting.

Amy Sunders · 01-06-2012, 03:36 AM

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Hearing the misconstruction Amy laughed gently. Never. Just thinking that there was one too many for the table to bear. His act of mercy had no effect on Amy. She had watched the release with no reaction, feeling nothing. It wasn't mercy to her, but a simple lack of hunger. If he had killed it and discarded the only feeling it might have stirred was a slight distaste for the waste, but it might have been met with pleasure as well, finding one who could understand her pleasure in hurting others.

The show was definitely...entertaining. Amy hadn't seen the whole thing, but what she was seeing now was very much enjoyable. A slight ripple ran through the black male as he morphed into optime, revealing a finely built figure. He towered over her, but Amy didn't mind. She'd taken on larger creatures and won. His physique, on the other hand, was a different matter entirely. It wasn't often one came across someone so finally built.

Soft foreign words fell from his lips, lost on the female that only spoke a single language. Since she'd only ever interacted with those who understood it the limitation it implied was lost on her, though she could hear the music within it. Buenos tardes to you as well. Her pronunciation was a bit sloppy, but fairly good considering it was her first try at it. Confidently she moved closer, closing the gap between them.

Ángel Fàbregas i Reus · 01-07-2012, 12:08 PM

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Angel flashed a charming smile Amy's way, though perhaps it was a little bland for most peoples taste, 'Just checking'. It was almost subconscious. After all, he took himself away from female company in a romantic way and single nights with women were the only thing he usually chased after. It wasn't as if he hadn't entertain the idea of mating. After all he was up for it, once. And perhaps he would be one day in the future. For now he was happy enough living alone. Well alone as one could be with their sister. Ana was always at his neck, telling him what to do. Not that he usually did it. His sister was becoming irritatingly like his mother when she was in her bossy mood but Ana's seemed to be perpetual. Always at an excuse to nag him constantly. It was irritating and amusing at the same time.

He chuckled when she attempted to pronounce Spanish words. 'You need practise' he commented dryly. He brought a hand up to edit his hair, flicking a stray lock to where it should have been. 'I guess here you say...' he paused, glancing up to the sky again. 'Good afternoon'. He pronounced it oddly also, placing an 'h' sound after the 'a'. Though this was more due to his accent rather than purpose mispronouncing.

Amy Sunders · 01-08-2012, 12:19 AM

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A smile greeted her reassurances, revealing sharp white teeth. It wasn't the most charming smile, but Amy didn't care about that when the mood struck her. All she cared about then was the condition of the male and his ability to give her pleasure. She wasn't quite in the mood yet though, still dancing through the first steps. Finding someone when she'd been wandering the city alone was nice, a good treasure for her to hold.

His accent was beautiful, attracting the part of her that cared about such things like that. Amy was a rather soulless person, neither art or music touching her. Once upon a time she had cared for such things though, and moments like this pulled it to the surface for a moment. Chuckling lightly she stepped forward, reaching a hand out to stroke his arm. That's correct. Good afternoon. Care to teach me some of your language? She wasn't thinking about spanish. Picking up some new words would be nice, but that was rather...beside the point.

Ángel Fàbregas i Reus · 01-08-2012, 04:35 PM

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shall i stick an M tag on this?

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This was something he much enjoyed. The games and pointless conversations. It was a still an important part of the ritual, and something Angel found himself almost an expert in. Here, and in most none Latin countries, his accent was a magnet. Home, and in Argentina, girls looked past the accent (which was common to say the least). He assumed it was his intelligence, or his body. Either were above average. Angel saw no point in being ridiculous and bulking up above what he had done so far. He was broad chested, tall and his soft, yet still highly visible, muscles blended into the scenery perfectly. His dark coat created natural shadows and contrasted perfectly with his piercing crystal blue eyes. Of course, it was only perfect if you liked that sort of thing. Back in Catalunya, girls seemed to like what he possessed, maybe because he was a minority with such an unblemished pelt. Here he wasn't sure, he hadn't been here that long after all.

His fur bristled slightly as she petted his arm, but his face didn't change much. There, remained a slight smile. But with her speech his smile widened for a moment. It was partially a fake, not that one could tell. He didn't smile much really. Angel sighed, an almost friendly noise. Leaning closer, he asked, 'And what language would that be? Senyoreta'. His voice lowered, his accent lighting the words.

Amy Sunders · 01-09-2012, 12:16 PM

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He moved closer, their eyes staring into each other. Amy's breath caught slightly, trapped in the power of his gaze. This was the one, she was sure of it. If they had pups together Amy thought they would be healthy and strong, worthy of continuing her family name. So many times she'd been disappointed, no pups forthcoming or just once, having them born too weak to be acceptable. The pups had been pushed aside, given away. Amy had been too weak to kill them, though she truly should have. That problem was not there anymore though. She was ready to try again.

Whatever language it is that sings to me so sweetly. Amy's voice was a low growl, telling him what she wanted, what she wished for. She could only hope that he would comply, and give her what she so desperately wanted.

Ángel Fàbregas i Reus · 01-09-2012, 01:52 PM

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haha, np ^^

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There was an irresistible tickling sensation in his stomach, something that had been the bane of his existence since he had reached maturity. It these moments he was much, much less aloof, his senses dull and his mind diverted. All because of one thing. And that was thing was the simple fact that in those situations, he could only think with his dick. It wasn't so much his fault, it happened to most men. It was almost like running headlong down an alley and not being able to turn around again. By time he had an idea in his head it was too late. On the other hand, at least he was focused. He had no interest in pups and may have been a bit irritated if he'd found out her true reasons for this meeting, but for now he was clueless and ready to enjoy himself.

Angel was pleased that she seemed to be captivated in his gaze and smiling slyly, he stepped closer, resting his snout next to her ears. It was a pity, a real, genuine pity, that Inferni didn't take mutts. She had the slyness of a coyote after all. Burying his snout in her hair, he growled. 'Well...' he hummed leaning in as close as possible. 'Let's go inside...' he said calmly. Pulling away suddenly, he caught her hand tightly and pulled her into the cafe he had just left. Weaving his way past the carnage he entered the back room. The stairs were intact enough to make their way up, but Angel was wary of the floorboards above. Pulling the mutt girl into what must have been a downstairs sitting room, he eyed up a large chaise lounge in one corner. He paused at door way, 'Ladies first' he smiled, releasing Amy's wrist lightly. Perhaps he had been slightly rough but it had been a few months after all.

Amy Sunders · 01-09-2012, 04:30 PM

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Amy's eyes glittered as she felt him bury into her hair. It was usually tied up, but it seemed letting it down for the day had been the right choice after all. Thick blond hair fell around her shoulders where he nestled in. Abruptly though he pulled away, tugging her out of her thoughts. Willingly she prepared to follow him, only to be roughly grasped at the wrist. She gasped a little at the rough treatment, prepared to demand that he show her respect.

She followed after him into a sitting room. Amy had seen these refurnished in Europe, used for making deals and entertaining company. Here where the world was so much more savage though, it would be put to a much older, more primal use. Her wrist released Amy sighed happily. Stepping in she glanced behind her, watching the dark male's reaction. She didn't like having lost control at the beginning, and would do her best to regain it. Tail swishing against her jeans she smiled languidly. Sitting on the chaise Amy met his dark eyes. So teacher, what's the lesson today?

Ángel Fàbregas i Reus · 01-14-2012, 05:15 PM

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the furniture should totally break XD, we may need to have another thread set after this, feel free to pp

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Angel stared down at Amy as she lay on the battered furniture, 'Hmm, let's see' he said, tilting his head, speaking in rumbling Spanish tones. He knew what he wanted, but he was still an awful tease, it came from years of being a magnet for girls and even as he aged. It was very amusing to the Spaniard, even though it crossed ever line he held sacred and was something he scorned others for. Angel was a large hypocrite but he'd never admit he was anything less than half perfect. 'How about we get you out of those awfully restricting clothes', he said, leaning forward.

He slid down on to the battered object, lying alongside Amy. He buried his snout in her hair and waited while she undressed. This was what he enjoyed most, even past the actual act. The tenseness and waiting both irritated him and enticed him. 'Come on' he urged, bored of his own games. He chuckled warmly as he sat beside her waiting. Angel honestly didn't know why people wasted their time on clothes, he never wore anything. When she was finished he sat up and leant over her. 'See? Better? I don't know why you bother with clothes looking like that' he said, smiling deviously.

Amy Sunders · 01-16-2012, 01:48 PM

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Amy smiled at him. As you wish, teacher. She winked at him as he moved closer, burying his face into her hair. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse, leaving her chest exposed, but still encased in the clothes. She finished peeling it off the rest of the way and moved on to her jeans. Amy unbuckled them and slid them off. She laid there, completely exposed. Her silver necklace and ring hung unadorned on her body, the short sword discarded to the side. Only the daggers on her legs remained. She smiled up at him. So that only those I choose enjoy it.

Amy pulled him closer, kissing him gently. She moved farther, licking along his neck. Her hands entangled into his dark fur. This was her choice, her game. She whined a little as he answered, kissing her back. Twisting beside him Amy moved so that her body fit into his, a match. They weren't yet joined, as Amy teased him with nips down his stomach. She gazed up, eyes curled in a fit of mischief. Now what, dark one? She chuckled happily, enjoying every moment of their game.

Ángel Fàbregas i Reus · 01-16-2012, 02:39 PM

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Angel was pleased with his find. While he hadn't been aiming for seeking a woman, and while no one would hopefully ever found out about it, he was please to be able to please himself where no one would judge him. He hadn't considered the risks either, it simply wasn't something he gave a great amount of consideration to in times like these. The Spaniard was a impulse driven man at times, despite his headstrong, almost stubborn, ways. He brushed his hand along her leg, ignoring the daggers at her side. He wasn't fussed over them, clothes were the main issue and now they were gone. He nuzzled her neck fiercely, shifting himself as she move also. Angel pulled her chest closer as he moved his nuzzles to her cheek and then too her muzzle. He wore nothing so was ready for action. Both he and her wore their separate adornments around their necks, Angel's was tied into his religion. And while the dark Catalunyan didn't suppose it was a religious item, he couldn't be sure, all he knew was it wasn't something he had ever noted before.

A sharp growl bubbled up from his chest as he grew impatient. Angel decided he had played games for long enough, or more or less his body had, he had noticed himself unsheathing just and made his mind up. The Spaniard waited until he was fully out before swinging his leg over to sit upon Amy's hips. 'Ready?' he asked, moving into position, but didn't wait for an answer. He ploughed forward carefully, watching her face for any upsets. Another growl emerged from his chest as he entered her fully. Smiling, he moved his hips forward and backward rhythmically, careful to make sure his movements didn't break the furniture below them.

Amy Sunders · 01-16-2012, 04:18 PM

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Amy smiled up at the black hybrid. She was more than ready. He plunged into her, and she growled happily. Rhythmically he entered, back and forth. A moan of pleasure escaped her before Amy twisted, landing herself on top. The movement knocked them both to the floor, the old chaise collapsing from their weight. On the ground she buried herself into him, moving with him. Again and again they met, Amy driving herself higher and further as she joined him.

Playfully she nipped at his ear, fully enjoying herself. Full of the pleasure he gave her Amy burrowed into his fur, letting the moment glide past.

Ángel Fàbregas i Reus · 01-16-2012, 04:41 PM

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occ- we can close this up soon an make another thread if needed?

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Amy's movement surprised him, in a good way mind you. He hated submissive girls (save for his brother's mate of course, but we won't go into that crush), and Amy was from from it. No, the this that surprised him in a bad way was the chaise lounge breaking from the movement. H had been waiting for such a thing to happen and then it goes and happens when he wasn't paying attention. A small whine came from his chest as the hit the ground, but it didn't sidetrack him for long. He merely chuckled and carried on. Angel lifted her up with his hips, an old hand at this game, his endurance for any kind of physical activity left little to be desired. His ears twitched as she bit at it, his own mouth nipped at her neck and shoulder, the areas right in front of his face. The Spaniard knew he didn't have much time left till he unloaded, no, the desire was too great. So, he sped himself up.

Grabbing onto her hips fiercely, he hammered her down at his elevated pace harshly, but knowing neither of them minded. His back arch, eager to lift her up and escape the discomfort of the collapsed chaise below. Flipping her back on her back, half on and half of the broken furniture, Angel buried himself in as deep as he could and unloaded himself. The dark male made occasional jolts every few seconds, making sure he'd given her everything, before pausing above her, breathing heavily, before turning over at letting her rest on his chest, never moving from inside her. He smiled to himself, hoping she was pleased. 'Happy?' he questioned, stroking her lower back lovingly, though he knew there was no real love in this fling. Everywhere still tingled fiercely.

Amy Sunders · 01-16-2012, 05:51 PM

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OOC how about one in a month's time when she's ready to give birth? Shock poor papa

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Amy growled happily as the dark wolf nipped at her, pulling at her fur. The scar down her back went unnoticed, as he had never even glanced beyond her face and chest. Nuzzling into him Amy howled with pleasure as the last few thrusts went into her, deeper and harder than the rest. Hitting the climax Amy settled into his arms, relaxed and warm. Yes, happy. Not as good as the trader from Europe, but he was different. He was her own.

All that mattered now was to take the time and enjoy the after glow. They laid there for some time before separating, Amy taking her clothes and putting them back on piece by piece. Smiling Amy made sure to get a deep breath. If the time came, she could find him. Waving they parted ways, both pleased that they'd found, if not what they were looking for, something worth the search.

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