[M] Chaos Theory
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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.
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Word Count → 303 :: This thread is meant for Zero, but I'll open it up to others if she doesn't have time

When consciousness had finally been regained—along with a pounding headache—there had only been confusion for the Greek woman. Where had Damianos gotten off to? Why had that sulky bastard left her here passed out all alone? Ariadne grumbled as she got unsteadily to her feet and exited the decrepit old building and made her way back down to where they had made landing in this seemingly abandoned city. Curious as they had all been, it had clearly been a waste of time to stop here. There didn't appear to be any kind of civilization here at all. Hopefully this fabled "Free Town" would prove more lucrative.


Ari hadn't been paying too much attention to anything other than putting one foot in front of another and suppressing the pounding in her head when she finally made it back to the ratty docking area where they had tied their ships. At first when her gold eyes swept the area she thought she just wasn't seeing right. The ships had to be here...maybe she had just accidentally gone to different place. Coal nose sniffed the air...no, the scent of her shipmates was still here, but they and the ships were gone. Vision snapped up to the watery horizon and sure enough, the galley was nowhere to be seen.


A heat like that which tempered Hephaestus' weapons rose up from her toes to the tips of her long ears. Damianos. That slimy prick. Whatever hangover she had burned off in her anger and all that remained was a rage that Zeus himself would fear. The Cretan hybrid stormed back off into the city, kicking and throwing any wayward objects that were handy. "ότι γιο τριών επικεφαλής τροφών για σκύλους! ότι πορτμπαγκάζ-licker! Όταν βλέπω ξανά ο ίδιος θα προσευχόμαστε για μια τύχη ως είδος ως Προμηθέα'! Θα παρακαλέσω hades να λάβει από τον χρόνο και εγώ είμαι έγινε με αυτόν!" If there was anyone in this gods-forsaken place, it'd be impossible for them not to hear her profanities.

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Lovin' all the Greek references XD ♥

He'd be the first to admit the new normal was pretty weird. Somehow, in one measly cycle of the moon, his swinging bachelor pad had metamorphosed into a bustling hub of activity. The population — canine and equine — had doubled, leaving no room in the stable and the previously unoccupied distillery down to two vacancies. It was mind boggling.


Not that he minded his tenants, of course: Ezra fit right in with the boys, his kid was surprisingly helpful, and his mount got along alright with Jøren; even though he had some reservations about Lilin at first (primarily her chastising his behaviour with his female clientèle), he would (begrudgingly) admit the property benefited from her feminine touch. Not a single screwdriver, trowel, or lid was out of place — not only did it make Hilsburn more presentable, it also made it easier to work efficiently.


Although his guests usually left him unperturbed while went about their daily business and he could always escape to the relative calm of his garage, it seemed a breath of fresh air was in order. He enjoyed the company, and — since he still felt in charge of his space — would never say they were encroaching, but the little pocket of suburban Halifax was undeniably more crowded these days.


Somewhere deeper in the bowels of the city, he discovered he still wasn't alone. A clamour and a string of — shall we say — spirited language quickly captured his interest. From his perch on a gratified brick wall, he spotted a feminine, khaki-coloured figure hurling a rusted trash bin against a concrete wall. His ears slicked back as it clanged loudly against the indifferent structure, then (thanks to the new dent in its side) rolled unevenly away.


One hand rose to awkwardly scratch the shaggy hair beneath his worn cap before he called out: Such a lovely sounding language, 's a shame it seems you've nothing lovely to say! he remarked sympathetically, utterly uncertain as to whether or not she would understand his English.

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Word Count → 405 :: OMG, it's so much fun XD Sorry for the insta-reply, couldn't resist

She couldn't believe this. She just couldn't fucking believe this. Sure, Damianos hadn't been pleased when he had found out she had no interest in being his and his alone—in fact he'd been a total uptight tool about it. Poor little spoiled brat finally not getting what he wanted for once. Perhaps somewhere in the back of her head she had thought he might try and get back at her for it all, but this? This shit was crossing a line. And how in the underworld had he convinced the rest of the crew to leave her behind? While the brunt of her rage was directed at that small-pricked bastard, the others weren't completely safe. They should have known not to trust anything Damianos had to say in regards to her.


Honestly Ariadne hadn't been paying much attention to exactly where she was going or what she was doing. The dog-hybrid's only goal was to cause as much noise and destruction as her lithe limbs could manage, so she was oblivious to the presence of any other souls. A slight flicker or a grin painted her features as the bin crashed loudly against a wall, but it disappeared as soon as a masculine voice split the air. Ari turned sharply, curled chocolate locks flew in an arch around her stream-lined body as her raptor eyes locked on the dark wolf.


Luckily for her, she understood the language that he spoke. Living and working on docks and ports around Europe had given her a fairly good command of many tongues. She had met her fair share of wolves, indeed wolf-blood flowed through her veins though one couldn't really tell it by looking at her. Wolf was so very foreign and...taboo where she came from that a mischievous spark flared inside of her anger. Perhaps there was a more beneficial way to relieve her current stress.


The Cretan's willowy form sauntered over to the dirty brick wall on which the man was perched, her hips swinging in an undeniably sultry fashion. One hand rested itself upon her slim waist as she looked up at the capped wolf. "I have, ever so rudely, been left here by the ship I work on," she spoke in Greek-flavored English. "I need a distraction and some—if you ask me—well-deserved release. So, you game wolf-boy?" Straightforward, blunt. It was the best seduction technique she could muster given the circumstances.

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One brow lifted as she glided over to him with her hips swaying and her eyes alight with mischief. He followed the movement of her hand as it came to rest on her midriff, then took a quick sweep up the curves of her body as she paused before him. He noticed more details up close: that her fingers and toes were dipped in chocolate; how her jewellery twinkled in the afternoon sun; the cascade of thick hair. He blinked and peered questioningly to her face, but when she addressed him with that exotic, accented tone, he found himself more confused than before.


Thing was, the interactions that took place in day to day life usually proceeded in a fairly regular way. No, he couldn't predict how a conversation might go down to the letter, but based upon initial impressions and past experience, he could make some general assumptions. He entertained two basic possibilities here: she'd either feel embarrassed for her temper or she'd be outraged and target him next.


When neither happened, he was momentarily dumbfounded. The former scenario most certainly did not come to pass — she made no apologies for her cantankerous trash can abuse. And though she did set her sights on him, it was in a completely different context than expected. The last stranger he caught in a bad mood had sent curses and scowls flying his way; a sexual proposition was so far out of the ordinary it took him several seconds to process what she was even driving at.


When it finally clicked, the only outward indication was a faint twitch of his ears. Well now, he mused as he leaned forward and hopped to the ground, that sounds like an unfortunate situation. A mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. But if you're looking for a diversion, you've come to the right place. He fished around in his pocket and quickly produced a loosely rolled joint. Your call — distraction then release, or the other way around?

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Word Count → 340 :: Some pp, I can change if you want. Feel free to pp Barry touching Ari/them relocating somewhere

It became clear very quickly that he was not expecting her to react in this way. Ariadne had a bit of a knack for taking people unawares. She was not quite what anyone expected by just looking at her. Being unapologetic was simply a part of her nature—as was asking for exactly what she wanted. The dog hybrid had been brought up in an environment saturated with bluntness...and sex for that matter. She had been raised in a brothel, but she was no whore. Ari didn't take payment for her pleasures, she took them because they were pleasurable. Dionysus was her god of choice and hedonism was the name of her game.


The wolf-boy seemed to click in with the program fairly quickly though and molten gold eyes ran appreciatively over his body as he jumped down from the wall to join her on the ground. Yes, she could definitely see that body doing good things to her. There was a split second where she wasn't sure he would accept her proposal, but quickly any doubts were erased and her grin widened. Honestly, he probably would have quickly found her anger redirected at him if he had ended up turning her down. He was willing to go her way though, and that was enough to make her like him immediately.


A brow quirked as he dug around in his pocket for something, but as the item was produced her nose immediately recognized it's unique aroma. Well, she certainly had hit the jackpot, hadn't she? He then gave her the option of which sinful activity they would partake in first. Oh, Ari was just liking this guy more and more. As always, the Grecian knew exactly what she wanted. Suddenly she closed whatever distance remained between them. One hand rested on his chest as the other found his crotch and squeezed his package gently through the fabric of his shorts. "Does that answer your question?" she asked in a breathy voice before she licked the side of his muzzle.

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LOLOL Why relocate? She's light enough he could just do her against the wall XDXD

Anselm was always calculating and deliberate in conversation, Spade was fairly aloof, and Twilight avoided unnecessary interaction altogether. Even Apache and Matrix — the most outgoing members from his sire's side of the family — were wary of strangers. It was a wonder their blood managed to produce someone was gregarious as Barrett. Perhaps Maserati's forgotten dam provided the missing link; maybe the Collective was just the sort of environment that cultivated an open spirit, and none of his other ancestors were lucky enough to get that kind of start in life. Whatever the case, social interaction usually came second nature to Barrett; he thought nothing of striking up a chat with a random passer-by, inviting new acquaintances into his home, flirting with random women, or Letting Life Happen. He rarely felt out of control in such situations. Ariadne was changing that.


She went straight for the throat (or, more correctly, the head). The effect was both horrifying and exhilarating, for never before had a woman been so direct. The subject was always broached carefully in a round-about way with his customers, and even with random flings like Ghita or Samantha, at least some conversation and flirtatious banter preceded any lustful romps. He and Ariadne had met all of two minutes ago and he didn't even know her name. He almost wondered if she was crazy, but her antics made him disinclined to think about it too hard. It felt like she was testing him, daring him — and oh, he would rise to this new challenge.


His hands found her hips and he pulled her forcefully against him, playfully brushing the bulge she so generously stimulated moments before against the warmth of her inner thigh. He trailed his tongue along her shoulder and neck, then whispered I think I got it, into her ear through a smirk. In one smooth motion, he spun them both around so it was her against the wall. All of these manoeuvres were conducted without malice or aggression; they were firm, but controlled. For all the initial momentum, he stopped far short of slamming her against it, but instead let her fall back into it by her own accord. If she wanted it rough and rowdy, right here, right now — she'd get it.

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Word Count → 276 :: HA! Love it XD

Ariadne had no doubt that her behavior would be considered absolutely scandalous by some. But those "some" were usually people who had moral sticks rammed so far up their butts they wouldn't know a good time if it came up to them and slapped them in the face. Outside judgements had always bounced off the Cretan like water rolls off a duck's back. She liked herself and she liked the way she lived her life, why give a shit what anyone else thought? Barrett may have been taken off-guard by her forwardness, but she could tell that at least part of him was enjoying this unexpected surprise.


Once again, his reaction was not at all a disappointment. His hands grabbed her and pulled their bodies even closer. She could feel the arousal she had elicited and her lips pulled back from her teeth in a wicked grin. The caress of his tongue sent a delightful shiver up her spine. Yes, this was exactly what she needed right now. Suddenly, in a swirl of motion she found herself backed up against the wall. He wasn't rough, but he was forceful—a trait that Ariadne certainly appreciated in her lovers. Gold eyes gleamed with a feral light of excitement as her fingers expertly undid the fastening of his shorts. She playfully nipped at his collarbone while a hand found his naked erection and ran lightly along its length.


The heat in her own lions flared. The fact that they were out in the open for anyone to see just made it that much more exhilarating. The Fates had certainly given her just the right person to run into.

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LOL I can just imagine some random NPC passing them like O____o

They were cut from similar cloth, but her spirit was unbounded. Unlike Ariadne, Barry's self-esteem was not wholly impervious to public opinion, and despite recent history, he did not truly object to monogamy. Perhaps it was an environmental factor — a brothel was a far cry from the traditional family environment in which he was raised. While others' judgements never stopped him from doing anything behind closed doors, he was cautious about what he broadcasted to whom. Because of this filter, he didn't kiss and tell; for these reasons, he'd tried his damnedest not to get caught high by his mother or Savina. It was strange not to be the least inhibited.


This new experience both intrigued and inflamed him. Theirs would be no passive sex — it would be a competition. Their rowdy foreplay set the stage for the entire fuck: it was hard and exhilarating. Breathless gasps and throaty moans echoed down the desolate city streets, but the time largely passed without words. Only as his thrusts died from a fever-pitch of shallow insertions to something deeper and more forceful did he rasp in her ear And what name should I call? and subsequently, Come for me, Ariadne. Then, in perfect synchroneity, they were done. Barry cast her a ragged smile as she unwrapped her slender legs from about his powerful hips; he then gently lowered her back to earth, slipping outside of her in the process.


The mottled hybrid located his discarded shorts nearby and retrieved their joint from the pocket. None too eager to clothe himself again, he simply flipped them up to rest along the ledge of the wall after he lit the smoke. He inhaled deeply and reclined against the brick structure, then passed it along with a content sigh. You are something, he remarked dreamily. Usually he wouldn't provide commentary, but these were extraordinary circumstances. Where you from, anyway?

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