M. My world has never been the same

Viking Sigurdr · 03-07-2011, 12:42 AM

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WARNING This thread contains: strong language, drug usage, strong violence, or strong sexual content starting with the 1st post. Reader discretion is advised.

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Love the Jamesque title ;D +3!

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Torchlight flickered against the hard, earth packed walls of the tunnels, as a lone giant's shadow made its way through from the main entrance. As the well toned warrior had done since first coming across the lands, the figure's head and shoulders bent down to fit into the narrow opening. Though the room expanded and left room for the shadow's full height, it chose to remain hunched, turning the corner towards its den.

Trails of snow were left behind in the giant's wake, the earth beneath it trembling as each step was taken. Torn ear flicked at the sound of horses nickering, a sound the warrior was growing used to since he moved into his new den, soon after that Theodore became a leader alongside the queen. Viking wanted to be as close as he could to protecting his leaders, and the closest den was alongside the space where the horses were kept.

King didn't mind, however, braided locks curtaining his scarred face, keeping his head down as per tradition until he entered his den. Even though the male wasn't in his homeland, glances and opinions were always kept to himself unless told to speak by the king and queen. Viking didn't mind the silence, though, or the lack of companions. Glancing at the weapon in his hand, the bone washed male nodded sternly, knowing that the worn extension of his hand was all he ever needed.

The giant silently ambled over to a boulder, which was mostly flat along the top and made for a seat of sorts, the light along the left wall playing against the granite. As the beast sat, bare back being warmed by the light, it became obvious to any passerby that it could not hold the large male's build. The male merely grunted in the effort, but said nothing more. In the warrior's mind, what you were given had to be made the best of, and speaking against it brought another scar or two to the collection. Viking rested the axe in his lap, the bear fur slacks folding around the new weight upon them. Ruby eye stared intently at the metal, and the edge which needed work, beginning to stare hard at it - as if being able to draw the very fighting essence from it.

Naniko D'Angelo · 03-18-2011, 02:45 AM

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Smile <3

Covered in dust, she brushed her fur out a little bit as she came up from one of the farther tunnels. She'd been looking for an alternative escape route in case their first one ever became blocked for some reason, a very dirty task indeed. She had taken to wandering the tunnels a lot lately now that she had Theodore to help her with the borders. Naniko sought to know their expansive packlands inside and out, and had been working on the "inside" part of that more than anything else lately.

The female heard the sound of someone in front of her and looked up to see Viking entering the dens just as she came into the main cavern. He headed toward his den, Teddy's old one. How was he settling into it? Naniko came to stand just outside of his den, not wanting to intrude on his rest time if he wasn't open to the idea. "Viking? I saw you come in - how have you been settling in?" He had stayed, so that was an indicator at least. She brushed more dust from her bright fur self consciously, smiling.

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Viking Sigurdr · 03-22-2011, 10:59 AM

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<3 +5

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It had been a quiet night, for the most part, and even quieter down in the tunnels. A cold wind swept through the dens, howling its discontent all throughout the underground territory. As King felt it waft through and down his spine, he closed his single eye and shivered briefly. That moment brought him back to his homeland, where it was much colder in the wintertime than it ever was in these lands. But there was no turning back, and there was a new king and queen to protect, but as the giant's free hand rose and lingered over the black patch on his face, a snarl curled his lips. His weakness was what caused the warrior to be banished, and he knew that even attempting to open his heart to another was inexcusable. It was not a confession with words - the giant attempted to save her and it cost him dearly. Never again would the large warrior make that same mistake.. not if he wanted to see the world, anyways.

A voice made the giant's head rise from its position, almost snapping up instantly, to see the white queen at the entrance of his den. It didn't matter that she came unannounced, the large warrior wouldn't have said a word about it. Even if he was busy, the bone washed male would have taken the time to acknowledge her presence. Removing his hand from his front, he slowly rose from the boulder, once again gripping his weapon by the end, trying not to seem like he was in a rush. The queen had to be greeted properly, but being too fast or too slow was costly to the warriors - her slaves. The scarred male took a few steps forward, towards the entrance, ruby eye flashing in the torchlight as he drew near. The earth rumbled as the giant knelt down on one knee before his queen, slamming his axe into the earth and letting both his palms rest upon the hilt, now up in the air.

As was customary, he avoided the white queen's eyes - he wouldn't dare challenge such a position. As he knelt, his head bowed too, showing how vulnerable he could be despite the bulk that hid beneath his off-white fur. Messy locks hung at the sides of his face, gravity taking over as Viking stared hard at the ground. "Fine, my queen," he managed to say, voice thick with a foreign accent. He let silence drift between them again, knowing to only speak when spoken to. King did, however, have the freedom to think, and what coursed through his mind then was why the queen was there at his den. If it was something she needed, or someone to take care of, Viking would have obeyed in an instant. Others would have seen such acts as pitiful, but the giant's scars told stories of what happened to those who did not obey a leader's commands. But he would not ask why she was there, or where she had come from, lest she told him.

Naniko D'Angelo · 03-26-2011, 11:26 PM

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His show of loyalty and submission made a chill run up the Angela's spine. She did not expect such displays from her pack members, but felt that this was something that she couldn't change in him even if she had wanted to. He must have come from a place where such things were the norm. Naniko wasn't sure how to take this, though. She felt very powerful standing above him like this, and her heart thudded in her chest as she looked down at him. He was bigger than her, an odd thing, but when he crouched like this she was above him for once.

It was a nice view, really. He had the rugged, experienced look of a wolf who had taken everything that life had thrown at him head-on. "Please stand." She said, her voice holding a soft edge to it. "I just noticed you coming in and wanted to talk to you for a bit...see how you were. Many pack members have come and left...I'm glad to see you stuck around." She said. "Can we sit down together?"

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Viking Sigurdr · 04-01-2011, 11:34 AM

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ooc: Fire hot. ;D +3

The giant couldn't help but notice that the queen, his queen, was rather tall for one. But it only signified that she held even more power than what she presented. Intimidation factor was important for a leader to command their warriors, their slaves. Viking wouldn't have mattered if the queen was six feet tall or six inches tall, he would have followed every command for fear of being punished, collecting another scar, or worse.. not even getting the chance to prove himself as a warrior.

He wasn't one by title, yet, but the giant never had to say anything to anyone to show what he could bring to the clan. Though never without his axe, his body alone told tales that the bone washed male himself would never utter. He would let others do their line of work, and they let him do his. There was nothing more that needed to be said.

At the queen's command, he rose, almost as quickly as he had gotten down to his knee. The earth trembled slightly to the weight adjustment, but even as King was told what to do, by habit he forced his eye away from the inquiring gaze of the female. Ears listened to her speak intently, a voice filled with command, yet sincerity and an air of.. something that Viking couldn't quite comprehend.

Though at her question, the warrior raised his head and looked about his mostly empty den. For the moment there was only one large boulder on which to sit on, and a pile of skins and furs that had become the warrior's sleeping place. The giant narrowed his eye at himself, infuriated that his den wasn't quite accommodated for another guest. Viking was used to being alone, but they had to make due. Yes, my queen."

Grunting, he gestured towards the large boulder along the wall for her to sit upon, eyes cast down out of both habit and now embarrassment. These things weren't even fitting for a queen, and the male would have happily cast himself to the ground to become her footrest, should she ask for it. "Apologies, my queen. Den new." He felt like he had to say something though he wasn't asked to speak, stepped aside to let her make herself at home. The male then braced himself, waiting, almost feeling like he should be punished for speaking out of turn. What a harsh life he must have lived, to have been feeling like he was that very evening.

Naniko D'Angelo · 04-05-2011, 12:44 AM

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She hadn't been sure which of the two places would be best to sit at, and was glad to have been directed by him to the boulder. The luperci took her place gracefully, bringing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them as she continued to speak. "It's looks great to me; it's fine." Her own den wasn't very different from his. "Mine just has my bed and a few bookshelves in it. I could try and find another bed in the city sometime, if you think you'd like one"

Naniko was easygoing around those that she liked, and Viking was one of those lucky few. There was something about the giant's experience and attitude that interested her on a deeper level. He was different from other males. "I like you, Viking. I like you a lot. How have you been adjusting to living here? Things going alright? The pack isn't being mean to you, are they?"

Viking Sigurdr · 04-05-2011, 02:55 AM

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ooc: Poor King, doesn't get the hint xD.

With the giant's eye downcast, he noticed as the white queen sat down on the makeshift throne. The moment she did, albeit less than regally with her hands and knees drawn up, he took strides and sat down cross-legged before her. Large hands grasped the sides of his helm as he removed it from his thick, braided head, keeping it bowed as he placed the item to the ground, off to one side. Pierced ear flicked forward as he listened to his snow-white queen speak, offering to go out of her way, someday, to look for more decent bedding for the foreign warrior. "This warrior.. grateful, my queen," he spoke deeply, words laced with an accent.

Inwardly, the colossal male took notice of the differences with his queen, and his former queen. Naniko didn't lash out physically at him when he wasn't punctual, didn't scream at him for not being a tougher fighter for the clan, but King was not about to look around that. Taut shoulders slackened slightly as the queen kept on speaking her mind and taking a general interest in the bone washed giant. It prompted the roughened up male to speak, something he was not used to doing. "Fine. Pack good. I train.. guard pack." His English was broken, and the warrior wasn't quite sure if he had answered his leader's questions, and his face contorted in a wince, nearly expecting for her to finally lash out. "Hva enn min dronning ønsker," he mumbled.

Naniko D'Angelo · 04-10-2011, 11:01 PM

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As she looked down upon him, she wondered once more about the place that he had come from. He was very quiet, even with the language barrier. She wished that she could understand and speak to him in his own native language...the Angela knew French and some Italian, but knew nothing of the language that his accented voice hinted toward.

He seemed to take her offer well and she nodded at him. He was so...handsome. His helmet came off and she observed piercings through his ear. Interesting. She leaned forward to try to touch the place that was pierced, curious. "I've never had one of those myself..was it painful?" She was glad to hear that he wanted to train and protect the pack...that was what she asked of all her warriors.

She wanted to sit nearer to him, to see what he might do if she touched him further. Would he draw back? She was in his den, just the two of them...she cleared her throat. "Can I sit by you?" She would ask first, get permission. "Your fur looks...soft"

Viking Sigurdr · 04-11-2011, 12:19 AM

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ooc: +3. There is a fire in mah LOINS.

His head remained bowed before the snow white queen, single eye trained on her feet, drawn up towards her chest. Though he never quite stared directly into her face, the warrior knew the queen was beautiful - but deadly, as well. The large, bone washed male would not evoke the leader's wrath, though he had yet to see it unleashed upon himself for disobedience. Though his head remained lowered, his back was straightened and shoulders square, knowing all too well what the submissive posture was.

However, King was taken aback slightly as the female leaned forward and touched his ear - the ear with the bone earring laced through it, and the rip on the edge just above the jewelry. Though his body jerked only lightly in reaction, the giant remained frozen in place. The queen was allowed to do anything she wanted, including coming in close, physical contact with her warriors. It had been some time since Viking was touched by anyone that didn't end up in a deep scar embedded into his body, and in fact it led the warrior to close his single eye for just a moment. "No painful. No cry out.. pain.. weakness." He tried to make her understand that a warrior was not allowed to express any pain inflicted on them, it was a sign to the leaders, and more importantly the gods, that he or she was not yet broken into their lifestyle.

"Hva enn.. min dronning.. ønsker.." he repeated once more, only with less certainty in his stern voice. The warrior was quite unsure of why she would chose to sit on the cold, hard ground.. next to a lowly ranked wolf. However, as leader she could have done whatever she wanted, could have told him what to do at any given time. Viking knew no different, except what was foreign to him was a stirring from deep within, like an ancient god that had yet to unleash its true power. In response to this strange fire, Viking nodded once towards the female, nearly forgetting that his queen could not understand his tongue.

Naniko D'Angelo · 05-11-2011, 10:29 PM

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PP if it ish ok <3

She thought for a moment about leading him back to her den, but thought better of the idea. They were fine here, as she had said; she didn't mind the sparse settings and cold stone floor. Naniko had experienced worse while out on the road; at least here she had a roof over her head and fires to keep herself warm. He was warm enough to keep her from getting too chilled, in any case, and she settled down onto the floor next to him.

The hand that had touched his ear went back up to run long fingers over it once more, observing the way that the earring fit through the flesh. It looked as if it'd healed around the intrusion. Once she was finished inspecting that, her hand reached for more of him; it traveled down his neck and to his broad shoulders, beginning to rub at the muscles there. She watched for a reaction, unsure if she was making him uncomfortable in her ministrations. "Is this alright?" She inquired softly. Her other hand went to rest on his thigh.

Viking Sigurdr · 05-12-2011, 11:58 PM

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ooc: +3. His face: ಠ_ಠ

His eye never moved from her legs even after they disappeared, and the pure-colored queen moved to sit next to him. Though the floor beneath him was cold, there was a warm fire stirring within the male, though he chose to ignore it. A stern look crossed his face, one that was intent on focusing on the base of the rock which the queen sat upon moments ago. His ear felt hot after the female had touched it, and though she sat next to him, her hands continued to roam.

Though he hadn't expected such soft touches from his leader, Viking did not shrug her off. Muscles stiffened slightly under her touch at his shoulders, but he quickly melted the tension away, for fear of her disciplining him even at that slightest indication of rejection. The queen, in his eyes, could have whatever she wanted; whomever she wanted, at her will. And he, as her warrior for the band of underground wolves, would have done anything she had asked of him.

The warrior couldn't help as a small grunt escaped his lips as he felt her hand at his bearskin-clad thigh. "Yes, my queen. Whatever my queen wishes of this warrior." His thick accent was muddled, his senses burning like the torches on the cave walls around them. It did not matter what he was feeling, though, for it concerned him more as to why she was being as physically close to him as she was. His lifestyle on his homeland prepared him for a night like this, should the queen want him, but Viking wasn't prepared as well as he thought he'd be. Ruby eye dared looked down at the hand upon his thigh, but said or did nothing more. Tonight, as with any other day, he was hers to command.

Naniko D'Angelo · 05-14-2011, 12:08 AM

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LOL!! aww! wasn't sure if he was wearing anything or not so I skipped over that part XD

She would definitely have to bring him something more comfortable to sleep on. The cool surface of the rock was comforting to her, though; her body felt as if it were on fire, and it was keeping her nice and cool. Even as the heat would begin to warm the lands up, the caves would be kept at a decent temperature. She went to her knees, trying to get behind him a bit so that she could rub his shoulders and back a little better. Naniko wasn't sure exactly what she was doing, but back and shoulder rubs had always relaxed her in the past and she could feel how tense his muscles were.

"I do want something from you, Viking. You seem like one of the wolves in this pack who might just be male enough to give it to me" She wasn't one to demand that her members do one thing or another usually, but she had a goal for this night. Viking was already here and he had said that he was hers to command...which gave her plenty of wicked ideas. He seemed dead set on doing as she wished...but tonight wouldn't be only about her. She thought of herself as being a good lover, sharing pleasure with those she was intimate with.

She went in front of where he sat, clawed fingers working at the straps on her belt, pulling at them until they gave. She set them carefully down on the floor to the side. Nani wasn't one for clothing for the most part...so undressing was quick and easy. Her hand went to the back of his neck now as she came forward to sit backward in his lap, facing him, nose nuzzling against his neck as her other arm wrapped around him. "Do you want me, Viking?"

Viking Sigurdr · 05-14-2011, 04:25 PM

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ooc: +5. > Nani knows how to pick 'em. Vikings are dead sexy <3

The position of the white queen never lasted long, as she shifted her entire body to move behind his own, graceful hands never leaving his squared shoulders. He was sure she could feel his entire upper body tense up, though his lower half was becoming just as stiff. For a moment, Viking's lone eye fluttered to his right, at his pile of sleeping furs, body beginning to take over and conflict with thoughts that consumed his mind. The warrior attempted to suppress the strange, physical urges that were coming over him, even if only a moment, and instead honed in on the words of his queen.

She had wanted something from him, that much was clear, and Viking fully intended on granting her wish. He wasn't sure what it was, exactly, and it was far from his own, strict upbringing to ask questions to his leader. Viking simply obeyed. The bone hued male was silent, despite the stirrings in his own, chiseled body. Though King didn't quite grasp what she wanted by her words, actions spoke different volumes.

Viking found himself clearing his throat, if only to distract him from the fire that the cool-colored queen was creating from within him as well as herself. His body wanted to fully respond to her touch, which suddenly vanished as her form moved in front of him again, but the warrior's teachings were unwavering. As if more by force than by custom, now, Viking stared straight ahead even as he heard and saw the queen removing her lower garment. His body shifted slightly in its sitting position, however, before the pure white female's back was up against the off-white warrior's bare chest. It was an obvious contrast in color, body shape, and mannerisms of both canines from two different worlds.

The white queen practically molded herself against him, and Viking's body and mind fought even harder. His hands could no longer resist, however, as his fingertips came to rest upon the woman's hips. The touch was light and tentative, however, as if he would get burned at the contact. It did not prove to be useful, however, as she found a nook in his thick neck to settle herself into, only fueling the fire. King's head became a natural arch over hers as the female's slender arms draped around his burly form. The foreign male looked as if he was unsure what to do with himself, or with her, but remained sitting in place.

A grunt of physical approval escaped as the queen finished moving into him, ruby eye moving down to glance at her body draped across his lap. It was then that she asked a question which he answered willingly. "Yes, my queen," he strained his voice, and soon the tentative touch of his hands upon her hips changed. The palms of his hands pressed upon her curved sides, finding it harder to fight his inner turmoil any longer. If she was willing to play with fire, he would respond with the burn.

Naniko D'Angelo · 05-23-2011, 10:25 PM

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Hellz yes! I don't know how much more of this we wanna rp before we fade to black? XD I'm not too big a fan of full-out mature roleplaying.

He repeated the same phrase over and over again, sounding much like a broken record. She didn't mind, though; his words of affirmation made her feel more comfortable in what she was doing. So he did want this, did want her to be touching him the way that she was. Her hands wandered as she faced him in his lap, wanting to feel as much of him as he would allow her to. Which, apparently, would be all of him. She wanted to turn him on like he had never been turned on before, to touch and tease the gentle giant until he was unable to keep his face stoic.

He responded to her question and her body heated further with the flames of desire as his hands held her sides with more force than before. She hadn't done much to him yet but desire took control of her mind and actions at the feeling of his clawed fingers on her flesh. The Angela leaned into him, nuzzling into his neck, nipping lightly along his jawline. Her own hands moved down his sides to his hips, rubbing lightly. This would definitely be a day to remember.

Viking Sigurdr · 06-07-2011, 11:36 AM

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ooc: +3. As we discussed, here's my last post <3 Hope the pp is alright. Feel free to fade to black here or after you post!

A warrior of his kind, born and bred for nothing but battle, was prepared for many things; knowing and utilizing the strength of an enemy, how to use a weapon, obeying commands without fault, and drinking heavily in celebration when the job was done. But never women. Slaves were never allowed to take on women unless the queen called upon them. Whether they knew very little or everything about pleasing their queen physically, they had to act quick.

Which is what the bone hued male did in that moment, when he felt the fire licking at the side of his face and traveling down to his hips. His large hands upon her fragile waist relaxed, but wrapped around her as Viking lifted the white queen up, her white body still pressed against his. Though the male could not longer endure the tantalizing fire, King knew he had to be careful with the queen.

His steps took both of them towards the pile of furs, bundled up around the edges. Since Viking came into the lands, he added to its collection since, but they were perfectly supple. Though strange stirrings coursed within the warrior to act in a manner most foreign to him, rough hands gently laid the queen down. Hands slipped out from under her, hovering above her with arms on either side. Single eye dared not meet her own, still, simply awaiting the command that was obvious for the pair to follow. The male's breathing was heavy with want as his eye instead chose to rove her snow-white body, no longer able to resist the flame. He wanted to feel the burn, the scorching heat rise into surges of passion, before it would simmer and melt.

For just that night, and others to follow, she would be his queen, and he her King.

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