M - That which is mine

Keese · 05-19-2011, 07:26 PM

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

Not sure the M rating is necessary, but better safe than sorry.

The stench of horses was heavy in the air as he neared the stables. Curling his nose, the silvered male did little to hide his distaste of the creatures. Beasts of burden indeed. Though they held equal distaste for the silvered lupin. As he entered the stables a mummer of unrest rippled throughout the stables in his wake. Most notably the squeal of the friesian stallion as the silver male quickly threw the bolt, locking his stall door and expertly dodging a malicious bite. His triumph over the stallion brought forth a cocky smirk and a dark chuckle. A side from his brief pause at the stall of the war horse Keese hastily made his way down the stall aisle. Methodically continuing his hunt for the golden woman. Her scent was a strong, carrying a musk that stirred his primal desires. He followed the scent blindly, ignoring all else.

It lead him to a back room where he found her digging through an assortment of halters and what not. By the time she noticed him, he already blocked the doorway, leaning against it’s frame as he watched her. Surprise crossed over her features, quickly morphing to annoyance. ”Go away, Keese,” she said without even giving him a second look and returning to sorting through the items. He had grown impatient, tired of playing games, of trying to woo her and win her favor. It would have been easier, had it worked, but as he saw it she had no choice. This woman was his, she was his birth right. Whatever it took, no matter the cost, he would have her. ”I’m not going anywhere. I would have thought you’d have figured that out by now, my dear.” There was a dangerous tone to his voice, that caused an amber ear to twitch back.

He rushed forward, grabbing her as turned to face him again and shoved her hard against the wall. Holding her wrists high so as to keep them far from that nasty little dagger of hers. Their bodies tightly pressed together, he buried his nose in the soft fur of her neck. He deeply inhaled her scent, ignoring her growls of protest. A quick blur and the sharp sound of snapping jaws caused the silver man to jerk back long before he felt the sting of where fangs grazed cheek. "Get the fuck off me!", she spat as an alabaster hand pulled away from his face with fingers tipped in a line of red. "Bitch!" Snarling, he raised his arm, backhanding her.

Haven Aatte · 05-25-2011, 04:56 PM

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The Knight of the Court had been out doing his usual patrol of the territory. Even if he did not know all of the members of the pack by name or faces (and surely he did not, there were many newer souls that he had yet to set eyes upon) but he knew each scent. There seemed to be an influx of newcomers these past weeks, but each time he came across and unknown scent he made sure to check that it did indeed belong here. Haven had always been protective of Cour des Miracles and its members, but that protective streak was even stronger now that he was a father and his own children were out running around on the lands. He needed to make sure they were absolutely safe and secure, for if anything befell his pups...it made the man sick to even think it.

All had appeared as it should though and he rode Drogon leisurely back towards the stables. Though as he neared the building he heard an uneasy noise rising there from the other horses and a particularly shrill whinny soon pierced the air. Scowling, the Aatte kicked the mustang's sides and they galloped the rest of the way to the stables where Haven quickly dismounted. He heard voices towards the back of the building, one he knew and one he did not. The Knight was swift but silent in his approach and just as he could see inside the tack room the sound of a slap rang in his ears and he saw Anann being molested by some grey furred bastard.

The anger he felt was swift and terrible. Before conscious thought even crept into his mind he had moved into the room and grabbed the man roughly by the scruff and shoulder; it did not matter to him that the scent of the Court was on the creep's fur. Haven bodily pulled the man off and away from Anann and threw his sorry carcass to the dusty floor of the stables. Before the other could have a chance to rise, the Seneschal put one of his feet on the man's chest with enough pressure for it to be quite uncomfortable. His hackles were raised and jade eyes blazed with a fury. One ochre hand reached up and grabbed the pommel of his sword. "You better give me a damn good reason not to use this, and fast," he growled, eyes boring into the stranger's.

Keese · 06-07-2011, 03:52 PM

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The back of his hand itself stung from the force of the blow he had dealt to the side of the woman's face. A burning, tingling sensation that spread through the flesh of his hands seconds later. Though it was not nearly as satisfying as the look of pure shock in those wide, dark brown eyes as his body was pressed hard against hers. A sultry smirk curled his lips in an almost snarl. Her scent was strong, with a rare and unusual musk that stirred his primal desires to a potency he could not deny. Not when she was already his. His gloating ego was further fed by the thundering sound of hooves against cracking wood as the war horse fought to free himself from the latched stall.

Keese did not get to see the change in her features as Anann's temper boiled. The look of shock morphing to pure rage as her knee drew sharply upward. Her thigh forcefully hitting him between his own thighs as he felt a strong hold on his neck and shoulder. The next thing the silver male knew he was flat on his back on the hard, littered floor of the stables and rather dazed from the rapid succession of assaults. The pain of his groin far out weighed the pressure on his chest and it wasn't until his lungs screamed for air that he full became aware of it all. Instinctively his alabaster hand grabbed at the leg that held him pinned to the floor, struggling to regain the wind that had been knocked from his lungs against the pressure.

Keese had expected to see that god damned Russian standing over him and was a bit taken back by the visage the met his eyes. He had no idea who the fuck this wolf was or what his problem was - despite the fact it should have been rather obvious. Snarling he glared back at the other man. "She's the one that fuckin bit me! And why don't you just mind your own business?" Pale yellow eyes tore away from the other man just long enough to glance at Anann, though the woman was gone. Had he realized the distant thud of hooves against wood had subsided it would have been obvious just where the Harleigh woman had vanished to, but he was only puzzled by her sudden absence. A new fury lighting his eyes for not only had he been interrupted but his prize was once again beyond his grasp.

Haven Aatte · 06-08-2011, 08:14 PM

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The Seneschal paid no mind when Anann left the room and headed down the main throughway of the stables. He didn't need to hear both sides of the story, his eyes had told him quite enough. He was not blind, nor stupid, it was obvious what this bastard had intended to do to her. Honestly the man was lucky Haven had found them before he had attained his goal. If it had been otherwise, this sorry pile of shit would already have had his lifeblood spilled across the stable floor. The yellow eyed prick was dazed for some moments and the Knight waited patiently for him to regain what little sense he had. When his foul tongue spoke though, it seemed he had no sense at all. Haven's hand disregarded the sword and instead curled into a fist. "Wrong answer." Powerful arm swung and he felt his knuckles connect with the side of the other man's face.

Haven waited a moment for the cretin's hearing to return to him. "Clearly she bit you after you had her pinned against the wall, and clearly your intentions were far from pure." The ochre Knight increased the pressure that his leg was putting on the grey wolf's chest, his claws digging into the thin flesh now. "What goes on in this Kingdom is my business. I'm the Seneschal and a sworn Knight. I make sure that justice is served and the peace is kept. You have violated that peace." In these close quarters his sword would be of little use, so instead he reached into his pocket and pulled his carving knife out, flashing the blade before the other's eyes. "So who the hell are you and what did you think you were doing with Anann." Haven wanted nothing more than to take his sorry carcass outside and relieve him of his head, but he supposed it was a little too soon for that.

Keese · 06-20-2011, 03:38 PM

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There was nothing Keese could do to block the blow aimed for his face as he struggled against the pressure on his chest. A flash of blinding light exploded in his eyes and his ear rung with the force. His vision was sprinkled with dancing pinpoints of light as the rest of the world slowly came back in to focus. Clenching his jaw shut tightly was all that had kept him from yelping. Ears pinned back tight against his skull, buried in his short black mane, he kept his fangs bared at the other.

His struggle against the ochre leg seemed futile. No matter how he tried to twist and wiggle or shove and pull at the leg that held him he could not get the even the slightest relief. Instead the pressure only increased as he felt its sharp nails digging into the flesh of his chest causing him to wince and give up his struggle. Resorting to simply glaring back at the green eyed man as he lectured on.

He laughed, or tried, for moving air through his lungs was not exactly with the pressure against his breast. It was hollow and cold, though not from the air it lacked. "I do not deny my intentions, but who are you to say she didn't want it?" His aching groin knew better, but that did not mean this man did. Another dark chuckle forced its way from his chest. "Do you really think I could force her? It's hardly my fault she likes it rough." He said with a satisfied smirk at his twisting of the truth. Anyone that knew Anann at all knew she was not a creature easily bullied. If it was even possible. The sword at the man's side only made it all the more likely that he was well aware of the amazon woman's strength. "She is the one who took it too far and drew blood."

"Keese, and it is at Anann's request that the King", the word was practically spat. There was nothing more humiliating than the fact that he was now forced to bow his head to a fucking dog. "allowed me to stay here and join your ranks." He did nothing to hide the fact that he was not exactly happy about the whole situation. He was only here for Anann, if it was not for her he'd gladly set this whole place ablaze. The idea seemed rather tempting, actually.

Haven Aatte · 06-29-2011, 10:04 PM

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The Aatte had thought that perhaps the brutal punch would have put some humility into the man, or at least a concern for his own sorry hide not to be abused any further. He had finally ceased to struggle against the pressure of Haven's leg that kept him securely pinned to the floor. Unfortunately, that wheezing laugh proved that pain had taught this man nothing as of yet. Haven's lips curled up over his ivory fangs again, a silent warning. "She hardly stayed to correct my assumption, did she?" If what had been happening was truly consensual, Anann would have likely bodily stopped Haven from attacking the man just as he had stopped this slime from accosting her. It was true, he could not say how he could have gotten Anann pinned up against the wall aside from surprise and it was likely she would have been able to stop him before he got too far towards what he desired. Trying though, that was nearly as bad as doing in the Knight's eyes. "You're a liar, and a bad one at that. Don't think you can pull the wool over my eyes, cretin. The more lies, the worse this is going to go for you." Haven could be merciful, but only towards those who deserved it. This one clearly did not.

It was surprising to hear that this Keese was here on Anann's behest, but that surprise was quickly drowned out by the fresh surge of anger at the way the bastard spoke of Vigilante. Haven shoved the knife up under Keese's chin, the point of the blade pricked the delicate skin and soon blood trickled down the man's throat. "Careful of the tone you speak of his Grace in, else I'll cut your damnable tongue out myself." It was clear this was no idle threat. "You may be one of our ranks, but don't you think for a second that gives you any protection. It's saving your sorry hide this time, but the next time I catch a whiff of you stepping out of line this blade on my back will be coming straight for your head." The Knight stood up and gave the creep one last meaningful look before removing his foot from Keese's chest. Before the greyscale man had a chance to rise though, he aimed a hard kick right in the bastard's stomach before he turned is back and strode away.

Keese · 07-07-2011, 10:44 AM

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You can archive this once you've read it <3

Keese knew nothing of humility and it would take far more than a beating to get the idea through his bloated, arrogant skull. His utter disrespect plain in his eyes as he glared back at the man that stood over him. He was nothing more than another obstacle between he and his golden queen. Keese did not care about the laws of these lands; this Knight and his king. Anann was his and the laws of Tosawi were far above this savage place. He was above this fucking place. One way or another, he would have her.

For now he would take their beatings. It was part of learning curve in finding out who was all bark and those that actually had a bite to back it up. He would need to be careful with this one, the resolve to follow through with his threats was clear those green eyes and the sting of his blade as he felt the trickle of blood at his neck. He reminded Keese of the black armed male he had met moons ago that had wasted no time in letting things come to blows between them.

For now Keese relented, and as the pressure rose from his chest he had been about to get up when the air was once again forced from his lungs and his form curled around itself. He had never seen it coming. The bastard. All in due time, he reminded himself. All in due time.

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