Re: [m] the rules are the same as they always were

POSTED: Sun Jul 14, 2019 5:09 pm

The scent of blood permeated every movement that she made towards her freedom. The longer she stumbled through the forest the more she found herself distracted my slivers of memory that were guilded in the wrong colors; golden, silver, beautiful verdant green – and there were more, more colors that whirled too fast on terpsichorean threads that strove to come together too quickly. No loom could control the way destiny had found her. It could not force the thread to be rewoven into something grand and unassuming.

All she wanted was her Mother.

It was this startling realization that found Odalis on the shoreline – a shoreline that gaped like a warning before her, for though freedom had seemed so close she was on an Island. Trapped regardless of which way she decided to run.

The breeze tickled at her, causing the torn opening of her sweater to flutter as the cool air sought to soothe the cuts and scrapes that ran red along her knees. Her dirty hands trembled at her sides as she padded towards the misty water, the lazy shoreline tickling at her toes. Her fingers ached from scrabbling blindly for her key and she could feel the heat of blood still in her palm where it pulsated dimly – like a flickering dying hope.

The voice called again, but it was so quiet that she struggle to follow where it bade.

Odalis.

When he found her, she was running, but she wasn’t sure how long it had been since she had wandered along the shore.

Perhaps it had never happened at all.

His fingers were like a trap, tightly bound around her forearm as he threw back his head and laughed at her – whooping like a wild child as they collapsed and began to roll through the leaves. His weight was all consuming and Odalis could feel the breath shoved from her lungs as they finally landed, and the world stopped its spinning. His muzzle hung above hers, panting furiously – the violet of his eyes frantic and wild as his dark pupils took in the entire world.

She writhed beneath him as she began to sob, thumping her bloody fists against his chest as Elphaba found them.

"Let. Me. Go!"

>:) All I want is for them to make out??????????

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POSTED: Sun Jul 28, 2019 11:06 pm

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From the high place up-wind she watched the hunter catch the little red bird.

They were down on the beach, a rough and pebbled thing that welcomed in the tide. The water was slowly losing its salt. In time, she reflected, it would forget that it had ever belonged to the sea; It would find itself in the permanent embrace of rock and silt, and it would only know that it had truly become a lake.

The little silver fish would die and be replaced by brackish eels. The gulls would cry in lament. The coarse fingers of the wind would gentle and fade.

But not yet. Not yet.

For now the loch was still born of the ocean, and it remembered.

The smell of Odalis' fear and blood intermingled. Elphaba tasted it on her tongue, panting to capture it. O'Riley was a huge thing, supermassive, hair and muscle and the electric shock of danger. Her pupils tracked their bodies, tangled as they rolled, carried by the momentum of the lunge.

She slipped, shadow to shadow, down the incline. Each step resonated with invisible ripples. The isle at her back, the water at her fore, Elphaba changed from voyeur to god.

It was the girl's cry that unlocked it. All she had needed was the invitation, the prayer, an invocation of mercy. All she had needed was something to claim.

Just as O'Riley's teeth looked for someplace soft and sweet, the Queen came on like a thunderstorm.

Her shoulder slammed into the much larger male, dislodging him from his carnal pursuit and shoving them all into chaos and disarray. A spray of pebbles hissed at her feet. A challenging roar ripped from her throat, gleeful, furious, vibrant. The power of the Law glowed like a pyre in her belly, catching her alight; Like tinder she erupted.

It was a simple thing to stand over Odalis, half crouched, semi-feral and wild. The man could have been any man, but he was not - he was hers, just as the girl was hers. Had he forgotten?

She would remind him.

Challenge me! All her teeth smiled, her tongue snaking around them, whipping the air to taste it.


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POSTED: Wed Aug 07, 2019 3:15 pm

Bad magic flowed in his blood. O'Riley was not supposed to be alive – in another world, in another place, the will of the Crone would have found hold. Siv Helsi would have killed her grandson and every boy after him until a girl was produced, no matter the cost to Reykja. Her death ensured the old ways did not continue their bloody march. The future was changed.

The cruelty within him was what endured through the long and bloody history of his family line. He had merely become the sum of all these terrible things.

Despite this, Elphaba was greater.

She collided with him hard, throwing him from Odalis with the force of the impact. He stumbled on all fours, sliding over the tiny stones and leaving great indentations in the gravel. Elphaba was not big enough to force him to fall. Her posturing made her look a great wicked thing, and in the sunlight her eyes were the color of fresh blood. Here was their queen in all her true glory, fearless and certain of her place in the world.

Her challenge/command was met with an eager response. O'Riley rose up like a bear to his full height, brush still stuck in his fur, dark earth stains spread from where he had fallen. Ever since they were young she had bullied him into submission. Sometimes, smart as he was, playing into her hands was the only course of action.

O'Riley did what Elphaba wanted – he hurled himself at her, diving low to take out her legs and force her down like he had Odalis.

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POSTED: Wed Aug 14, 2019 1:03 am

Odalis would remember pieces of this night for years to come. Every pound of her hand against his chest left a mark, a blindingly brilliant strip of vermillion that stood out against the paler tufts of his curling fur. Every strike was another moment gone of her life – she saw flashes of the Onuban seaside spattered in the violet of his cruel eyes, stained glass windows illuminated with the gold laced into his smoky cheeks. His teeth snapped at the hollow of her throat, blowing a breath that seared like flame across her body and made all of her hair stand on end.

Her skin screamed where his hands held her, and Odalis hated the way that she bucked against him – as if some broken memory of herself pined for contact that her head would not allow.

Salsola was so cold, a place bereft of summer for the servants who survived season after lonely season. Another flash of gold had her dreaming of the key, wishing with all of her wasted heart that she had been able to untangle it from between her fingers. The collar hung like a promise and she felt the lock thump against her chest as O’Riley tossed her, her teeth rattling in her jaws as she was dashed like a stone against the hallowed shoreline.

”No.” She whispered, clawing him with all of her might, ”-No!”

The sound the Queen made as she burst through the trees after O’Riley left Odalis breathless and panting, her body rolling out from beneath the man as he was forced to retreat. Their bodies collided with the full thud of flesh against flesh and she winced, rubbing tears from her eyes with hands that stained each time she dragged her fingers across her cheeks.

For a moment Elphaba towered over her. Odalis could see the dirt caked against her claws, and her nostrils filled with the rich scent of moist earth and blood. Her hair hung in stringy tendrils across her face, and slowly, ever so slowly, Odalis attempted to crawl her way to freedom.

When O’Riley threw himself back into the fray Odalis ducked her head, gathering herself into a ball as small as her aching body would allow.

She wanted the key. She needed the key.

Her fingers trembled as they searched for freedom amongst the damp grass.

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POSTED: Wed Aug 14, 2019 1:52 am

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Tight in her chest the pounding of her heart was like a wardrum.

Elphaba had never been given permission to join the fight against Boreas; Salvia and her father had seen her as an asset, something to be placed on a shelf and given time to mature, a wine kept in the dark cellar to develop. Of course, she had never needed their permission in the first place, and this was what Oma had surely known all along.

O'Riley was nothing like the Boreas soldier. That man had been hungry and mangy, his faith a parasite that coiled in his stomach and leached all the sustenance from him. This was the ulterior truth of gods. To manage their power was to corral fire, raw flame. It burned! Elphaba's hands were blackened by it. But though she gave of blood and spit and tears she never let the worms in. They could feast on her body when she was dead, and not a second before.

Siv's grandson knew this. He was the corporeal manifestation of its ugly truth. He was the closest thing she would ever find to an equal.

She would climb him like a mountain. Men were made only to be conquered, and Elphaba was a Woman King.

The scrabble of their feet as he lunged flung stones and gravel over the cowering girl. An errant heel struck her side. Above her red seaweed crown they snarled and roared like lions over a carcass. That they were both famished for her body was a great irony, for in their singular focus it suffered greatly, buffeted between grapples and shoves like a little white-sail boat on a tempestuous swell.

Her teeth flashed, sinking into the meaty part of his shoulder again and again. It was well protected by the thick rough of his shaggy pelt, but that was the point. When his giant mouth closed over her upper arm she screamed, a delighted and carnal sound, and brought her claws up under his guard to raze his sides. Droplets of red baptized Odalis as she scrabbled in the fray, her good eye hunting for a glimmer of gold.

They fought like animals because they were animals. To look upon them, one would not be mistaken for thinking it a true fight, to the death. But there were things greater than life, and the end of it; Instincts that evaded even anger or fear. This was Salvia's Law.

It ended when her hand closed around the soft dangling part of him, claws out in warning. The fallacy of men was to keep their most sensitive parts outside of their bodies. Victorious, she opened her smaller mouth as wide as it would go, and closed it over his own.


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POSTED: Fri Aug 30, 2019 10:16 pm

They fought tooth and claw and fur flew. The noises they made were horrific, primal – each time she bit him he thundered and looked for her soft places, only to be met again and again by her slashing ends.

Some dimly sober part of his mind tried to measure how well she fought. It was important that the Boss be able to defend herself. With their Oma there had been no question of brute might, though this too had led to her downfall.

O'Riley knew Elphaba could kill. He knew that all too well. What concerned him more was the only thing worse than death: humiliation. She could never be compromised. That would destroy everything he had worked so hard to ensure.

Yet here he was, pressing down on her body, yanking her hair and trying for all the world to smother her with his greater size.

She stopped him with one trick, and O'Riley froze instinctively. Her jaws dug into the sensitive skin around his muzzle, but not hard enough to break. Would he be fast enough to get himself free? No, the claws wrapped around balls warned him.

Something else was happening down there, where her too-hot hand was. When his cock slid out of its sheath, O'Riley's breathing quickened. He looked for her eyes.

The moment passed and she released him.

He stumbled away from her, from them. When the cool ground beneath his feet turned damp the wolfdog wheeled to face the pair, still exposed. O'Riley's consciousness was still drifting, but the adrenaline had begun to sober him.

His lips pulled away from his teeth again. His mouth felt dry.

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POSTED: Mon Sep 02, 2019 10:15 pm

Her hands wandered through the damp leaves until she could force herself further no more. Every part of her body ached in the wake of her adrenaline crash and she could feel herself vibrating against the earth – as if the heartbeat of Salsola was laying a stocatto rhythm into the ground that pressed against every inch of her. Odalis wanted to scream in color, to retch violent orange and green across the stones that littered the earth about Elphaba’s long-clawed feet.

They fought above her like she didn’t exist; slashing claws and snapping teeth.

The mushroom made her eyesight flash and for a moment Elphaba stood as tall as her infamous Watch Tower – her ferocious expression enough to still even the most feral of Erilaz’s. They stood close together, heads bowed – and when Elphaba snapped her teeth at him for a final time Odalis was shocked at what was presented before her. She could see the entire length of him from where she lay, and it strobed each time she tried to look away.

She clutched Elphaba’s leg then, huddled like a child against the dark fur of her thigh.

”I want to go back."

She felt like a coward for saying it, for it meant that even the tower was safer then this place filled with tooth and claws and peen.

Odalis felt her lips tremble and she glared at O'Riley even as his face turned ugly and cruel.

Odalis felt her hands tighten against Elphaba's leg, and she wished for all the world that she had not dropped the key.

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POSTED: Sat Sep 28, 2019 12:54 am

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She felt rather than saw the change. It came over him like rain over the loch, abruptly, a sheet of energy. She held on longer than was necessary, confused by the way her own body responded, the adrenaline sliding out of the fast-beat of her heart and settling into a fist of heat in her lower stomach.

When finally she let go it was out of surprise; She'd felt it - him - brush against her wrist, her arm, hard and hot and long. She met his furtive violet eyes and reflected the strange, shocked uncertainty that she saw in them.

For half a second or less, neither seemed to know what to do.

He stumbled backward. Panting heavily, her shoulders heaving with it, she shifted her weight over her stance and tried to understand what had happened. The potency of the mushrooms was ebbing. Giant, ancient magnets deep below the earth's crust were pulling on her limbs. O'Riley showed both women his terrible teeth reflexively, but neither of them were looking at his mouth.

Elphaba made a sudden sharp sound, like a harsh bark of laughter. It was an ugly, rough noise. It came out of her guts somewhere, unintentional.

For a moment it looked like she might say or do something, something wild and unpredictable; But then a small, desperate voice came from where the redhead was clutching at her leg. Her attention was immediately divided. She seemed to recall her identity, an aspect of herself, that might otherwise have been forgotten.

There was still that tight ball of heat throbbing uncomfortably in her guts. It spiked, pain/pleasure, every time she moved. Elphaba ran her tongue over her lips, which still twitched reflexively somewhere between a smile and a snarl. There was too much spit in her mouth; She wiped away some of the drool on the back of her hand, and rested her palm possessively between Odalis' soft ears.

"Get control of yourself," She said, though whether to O'Riley or to herself was unclear. "We're done here."


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