Firefly had found in her most recent adventures another who liked the daring games she did, but the works couldn't compare to the danger and mystery of what she knew was so wrong but felt so right. She'd returned back to Dahlia de Mai's lands in a better mood than she'd left them, possibly because of the lack of having to deal with her sibling who's rank made her seem to assume she had complete power over the coppery hued fae. Firefly disagreed one hundred percent.
Her fangs were bared slightly at the thought of her umber hued sibling but she soon shook the idea from her mind as she walked through the old vineyard, thinking about the threat of the coyote clan. She didn't fear the coyotes, yet she knew that their war would present problems until it was dealt with, how it was to be dealt with was obvious, though she wished it wasn't so. She didn't have a problem with fighting, though she'd rather not have to marr her appearance just for the sake of showing that they wouldn't stand down to the foolish hatred of the clan. IF only there was another way, but one who faught by tooth and claw wouldn't look for easier answers, that she knew.
She stopped at one of the vines and began picking at the ripening fruit, her fingers tracing through the silvery green leaves as she hummed softly to herself, the curly tendrils of the plant amazing her as the dug into everything and kept a tight hold. In her mind she saw it as the pack was, winding tighter and tighter around their claim, not budging or faultering in their stance. They would stay here, nothing would move them except the passing of time.
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His appearance was nothing he was afraid to have torn into lesser pretty pieces. Things went as they did, and Haku usually got what he wanted nevertheless, so the world was merry even if his face was torn away. Without the bandages his newest, yet healed, injuries were quite visible. The long and somewhat deep cut that started on his shoulder and ran across his shoulder would never manage to be hidden fully, especially not in his current luperci form. The pentagram that was burned black into his flesh about one and a half year ago, a few more scars here and there, better hidden beneath the fur, that was all there was for now. He supposed he had been lucky.
He had quietly followed her scent for a while now, but his mind had been traveling elsewhere, and he had not noticed he was following anyone before he saw movements in the distance. He continued his dulled movements, silent as a demon could be before it would materialize itself and consume a child. Ello, little Bird. He had added an extra spoon of charm, just for her. His thoughts returned to the day when she had first been at their borders. It had been… interesting. Also, there was another feeling that he could not put his finger on. There was something about her. She was interesting and intoxicating.
He did not halt before he was a few feet away from her. The wonderful wine yards. He would probably make an attempt to create some of his own wine in the future, if he found a book that could guide him on his way. Maybe together with Firefly.
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Twin black tipped ears twitched as the voice called out on the summer breeze, she tilted her head slightly and turned to gaze at the approachnig figure, her emerald eyes taking in the sight of the male without the bandages. A soft hiss escaped between her teeth as before she could stop it, but the noise hadn't been made from witnessing the sight of the damage done to the leader but a sound of satisfaction at having found her opponent once more.
She wouldn't admit it to the male but she had missed him. Everywhere in the packlands seemed to carry his scent but he was like a shadow in the dark, hard to find but you knew it was there lurking. Just her luck the shadow had come out of hiding. Her soft accented voice called back teasingly, "Hallo my Demonslayer.." the name was in jest, since it had appeared the devil had won the last battle, but yet she knew more than he thought of the monster within the man.
Her eyes travelled across his body as her hands intwined in the vines around the frame she'd been standing at. She wondered where he'd been and the things he'd been upto since the meeting. The pack had been rather quiet except for the appearance of Ember, but that was her own internal and external struggle. The brat didn't deserve anything from the pack though her own snotty nature from being spoiled from their father had made her think she was worth her weight in gold. She was very much mistaken and Firefly would show her repeatedly just this thing.
Clearing her mind of the thoughts of family she smiled a sly little thing at the male and waited, there was always time and waiting, her patience was a grand thing to have, especially when it came to getting what she wanted.
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Her Demonslayer. Oh, if she only knew. Maybe she did, words traveled rather quickly these days. The woman was still standing her ground, and she did not give out any scent of fear, so she was not like the poor lost puppies in adult forms, dreaming of candy and sunshine. He was granted a shy little smile and waited for his next step. Very well. He closed his eyes for a second and imagined how it would feel like to tear out her throat. Blue eyes opened again without any hint of what had been seen behind the eyelids. He could feel it, the darkness that slowly crept up his spine and screamed for blood. He had taken it relatively easy for a while now, and his body had repaired itself excellently.
His hands were suddenly clutched and he laid a hand upon the black pentagram tattoo. He bared his teeth slightly towards something only he could see, before returning gaze to the mortal female. The red eyed shadow that only was visible to him slowly dissolved as it disappeared into the distance, but a faint line of red was left behind. He had to follow that red line. I have to go. That was it. He walked right past Firefly, after the tracks with the eerie red glow. His whole skeleton cracked loudly as he within only a handful of seconds shifted into the hybrid form between werewolf and normal. He was faster than both forms, stronger than normal form, perfect for this use.
He had started with a slow, almost zombie like walking, but picked up the pace, faster, faster, faster! Ding, right outside of Dahlia borders, but the foul blooded canine by the border did not have any chance. He ran right into the coyote with a crushing shoulder and sent it crashing into the ground, confused and wide-eyed. It was not a coyote from Inferni, probably just one of the two canines he had seen every now and then, but it was alone and closer to Dahlia than he had experienced before. Guilty or not, it meant nothing. He had cared very little before, but he could not keep himself chained anymore when there was nothing more he could give of himself to the higher power.
Do it. The coyote was too late with gathering itself, and was thrown down on the ground a second time, but this time a yelp sounded together with a loud crack, and one of the coyote’s back legs pointed a very unnatural angle, together with fresh marks after strong teeth attached to jaws powerful enough to crack skulls. The chocolate male relaxed more now, and circled the coyote slowly, merely watching the being as it tried to get up, but was overcome with pain from the crushed and broken leg. Haku merely smiled, he would not need to hunt for simple rabbits today, dinner already was served.
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A flash of confusion seemed to spread throughout her senses as she was suddenly alert to what he'd said. Out of nowhere it seemed that he'd changed and with only the turn of her head she watched him move off and transform as he made his way down the row of the vineyard. She openned her maw to speak though she knew better. Instead she just dropped into the same form he'd taken and had begun to sprint after him. She wasn't use to being so suddenly ignored after being sought out, but that wasn't what bothered her, it was that sudden strange change that had seized the male before her.
Iskata had warned the bronze child of what Haku was capable of and she knew the dangers in following after him. She really didn't care though, the thrill was the danger and she knew well enough what she was getting herself into. It'd been forseen in the dreams of others and the dreams of her own, read by the Ollamh and spoken true. She knew her trail was one that was dark and filled with moral dangers that would tear at one's soul and destroy the weak. She was not weak and knew what she faced with eyes wide open. With that knowledge in tow she padded after the leader knowing that this path she walked on would end in no good if she was any other.
She'd slowed her chase as she watched the clash between the two on the borders. Even as a newcomer she could tell the coyote didn't carry the scent of Inferni on his pelt and Haku's reactions were beyond the one rules he'd set down at the meeting. Moving closer, slowly but surely she kept her emerald eyes on the scene before her as she circled around the two, making a counter rhythm to the motion of Haku's stalking of the weakened and injured beast. No sound came from her maw of objection or excitement as she absorbed the working of her lover before her. To better understand the path she walked she would need to know those she walked after.
She paused for a moment as the coyote turned his gaze to her, her teeth bared as her eyes showed him there was no savior in her presence, she was merely a ghost at the moment, a shadow of Haku until it was her turn in the game at hand. She'd been prepared in the brutal savage lands across seas of what she may encounter on her trails through life and she knew she couldn't run the path without getting dirty, and she had no wish to say clean either. What the Ollamhs couldn't tell was the fact that there was a dark mirror she looked into when she saw herself and there was no innocense there, though she herself had been innocent in her world before crossing back to these lands.
I'm so sorry. Work has drained everything of energy, and I have stressed a lot with some late school application just for the git of it. I gief cookie?
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She had followed him. Very well. The grayish coyote awoke no scream in her chest. The male looked up to her and caught her baring her teeth at the coyote, making clear there was no rescue for him. At the pack meeting, a few of the members had seemed to have harsh opinions of what to do when they saw a coyote. They all looked at him as the monster. They were right, of course, but he had not been the most aggressive one, far from it. He was not the only one of his kind. Susquehanna was someone he would confront sooner or later, and he had great expectations for that meeting.
This, Firefly, is a coyote that has done nothing wrong as far as I can tell. He nodded down at the wriggling canine. This was wrong. The being on the ground hissed out and seemed to be trying to formulate a sentence, but seemed enable to because of the series of incoming hiccups created in despair. It was true, the coyote was innocent in these matters, yet he had been targeted and now lied waiting for an ending. If it would be happy or sad, time would tell. Firefly could properly tell.
What will you do now, Firefly? He sat down, and increased the intensity of his gaze at the woman that already had given herself to him in body. However, the mind was not easy to read in those who knew how to shut others out. She knew, and he knew. They did not know each other.
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She had been expecting it from the moment he had brought her this far and had begun his little play on the coyote. Her eyes flashed as she whipped her head up to gaze at him, the sight of the pathedic soul between them was enough to bring anyone to bitter disgust. She ignored her lover, not responding to the question he asked as she moved forward to meet the gaze of the prey between them. Her eyes were downcast as her fangs were bared. For a long moment she sat there watching the sniveling whimpering mess of a male, supposedly the stronger of every beast. She didn't think much of the sex at this moment as she brought her head down close to the worm's battered beaten face. "Make your peace.." she whispered softly before lifting her head from where he lay.
Turning away from the creature she walked away from Haku and the soon to be corpse that lay there quivering and shaking, lost in the terror that his life had become. Suddenly without warning she'd turned about and demolished the distance between the two of them as she sprang upon the flesh of the coyote, her claws ripping into his flesh as her hindlegs gouged score marks down his ribs and slipping like butter into the underbelly. Her fangs caught his muzzle and sliced into his cheek, ripping away fur as blood gushed out upon his pelt.
The movements of the wolf were almost feline in the way she attacked. The male hadn't don't anything to deserve the treatment she was giving his barely living shell but that didn't matter. Her mind was lost in another world where everything was dark, having slipped from the norm and into a place where she wasn't responsible for the things she did. She took the orders of her lover not because she had to but because it was the next move in the game, to see how far she would go, to see what the next move he would call. She pulled away from the quivering flesh of the male as his eyes seemed to glaze over with pain, his body nearly crossing over into shock as she licked her lips, the taste of blood on her lips and tongue as she turned those brilliant eyes to Haku, waiting and watching.
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He watched the young woman intensely, but she did not lift her gaze to him. Silence ruled for a long time with small interrupts from a sobbing coyote. If he had been right in his mind, he would have felt sorry for it. This world was hell, because it was infested with demons. Soft words were mumbled to the coyote, out of reach for Haku's chocolate ears to catch the content. He took a step backwards, keeping his blue gaze on the poisonous girl that he could not figure out. He had wanted her to scream and turn away, throwing his true name out at him. Monster. It did not happen, nothing happened. He was wrong.
A foolish part of the beta believed she was leaving when she turned around. It only caused him to jump back in surprise when Firefly turned about and dived into the coyote with fangs and claws aimed at its flesh. The brute flattened his ears and silently watched the deadly female decrease the coyote's chances to survive to zero. This he had not expected. When she had jumped off the dying creature, he let his gaze move slowly from the coyote to her. It had not been an order, merely a simple question where he had expected a vocal answer of some kind. What was she?
His world felt silent and the gurgling sounds from the male coyote drifted away from his senses. He simply looked at the little bird filled with so much fire. So young, but so extremely far from innocent. It was an impressive thing to surprise and stun the beta, but he did not know what to say. He was supposed to be the monster, not her. He let his jaw drop a bit, halfway meaning to say something, but could not find any fitting words to fill the frozen world. A strange warmth tickled into his chest and blocked his throat. He was going to explode.
It came from her. She was beautiful, there was nothing else to say. None had made him feel this way, not this.. odd. He had not noticed before now that he had been holding his breath, and he let it out in a shivering sigh. Something else happened that had not happened before. He broke away from her gaze, was unable to hold it. Instead he moved forward to the coyote and finished it off quickly so that it did not have to suffer more than it had to. A little spray of crimson and then it was over after a few gurgled gasps from a departing soul.
Well.. No, he was still empty for words. He carefully let his gaze lift a bit to halfway meet her emerald eyes. He was not a part of the game any longer.
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The things she'd learned from the far away shores in the emerald lands was more than the wolves of her birth lands could understand or want to. She'd been forced to look from the outside inward, to see the good and bad in anyone and everyone. Unlike most who turned their eyes away from the truth the young Sadira had gazed into the twisted roots of one's soul and had been obsessed with the changes in a simple second from innocent to demonic. She'd had a rare gift to be able to see the same in others, or perhaps it was only because she wanted to see the innocent nature standing right beside the beast within all of them. She herself embraced what she was and had made it more. The clan loved her for what she was alongside them but they knew that she was dangerous, dark and mysterious in her ways. Now she'd grown into something more than what the old world offered.
Here in these lands she was something new and shiny, a whirlwind of beauty and darkness so wound tight that nothing could actually be seperated anymore than she wanted the world to see. Her mother barely trusted her, she knew that, but then again anyone could understand why if they'd witnessed the scene today. Her tongue ran across her fangs, the taste of blood making her eyes shimmer as she watched the beast before her, knowing full aware that their game had come to and end and she was strangely satisfied that this was where it all had come to a point.
The effects of the beta's changes were amusing in her eyes as she studied him with vibrant green orbs as she watched the struggle taking place. When he broke the link between them and turned away she tensed, not knowing what to expect next. There was no next step now, not unless the games she loved to play picked up sone where else down the line, all there was now was the two of them standing there over the shuddering end of a lifethread. Even within moments that link ended as Haku brought peace finally to the pitiful creature that had once stumbled too close to the lands they resided in. She breathed slowly as she waited, knowing that she'd broken something between the two but not registering just what yet.
Lifting her head up as he tried to meet her gaze she replied softly, his own words returned. "Well..." There was nothing else to say, he had asked what was next, she'd taken up the trail he'd left off on and now they seemed to stand on equal yet shaky grounds somehow.
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A pink tongue darted out between slightly flushed fangs and removed some of the crimson on his muzzle. The male and the female had somewhat matching faces for once. Beautiful ruby without the shine. He would never tire of this smell. Death and decay. He looked at the younger female as she simply repeated his own lonely word. His ears flickered eagerly in the silent hope of creating more out of the four letters, but did not succeed. She was too far away for his liking. He made sure to step on the bloody creature as he moved towards the cruel angel. His paws turned slightly pink and somewhat sticky, but as usual, he did not let silly things interrupt him.
Maybe he was a bit too close, but he liked it best when he could inhale her scent without the slightest bit of effort. His eyes settled fully on her face, whirling colors of emerald, crimson, silver, gold, everything. So pretty. He could sometimes find beauty in both genders, both inner and outer beauty. She was unique in her beauty. A slight warmth filled his blue gaze, and he decided to relax and let it all go for once. A smile spread across his lips, and for the first time his whole face played along with the visible emotion. Well… He let the word fill the silence between them a third time for a couple of seconds. You look lovely in that color. She truly did.
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The two of them for a split second could have blended together, the crimson that flowed through their veins and edging the tips of their pelt, but it was more than that. The path that they followed few could survive, and there was no telling how long either of them would last either, but today wasn't the end of their brightly burning fire. Her brilliant eyes watched the male as he moved in closer towards her. The metalic overly sweet scent of blood on his warm breath was almost too much as she closed her eyes and just took it all in.
In a flash she opened those dangerous orbs as she was met with his, watching, studying, circling in the silence that surrounded them. The sudden change in the male was so surprising but the devil in disguise didn't let it show too much as she returned the grin with a simpering little smile of her own. That word that seemed to cling between the two of them made the lady laugh softly when it appeared again. Her eyes shining as the last words came to life, the metalic hued girl moved forwards, her tongue flicking between her teeth and brushing across his muzzle. No words to counter those he'd paid her, just the soothing rasp of her tongue against his cheek.
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They were even closer now. The scene was taken out from a psychological thriller, with the two psychopaths present in the middle of the murder scene, untouched by the horrible thing they just had done. He was filled with tranquility and nothing else, a true mentally disturbed beast. It was really okay, because that also caused him to lack the feelings that usually would have bothered him with this actual fact and played with his conscience. His conscience barely existed, if at all. He closed his as a damping hot tongue flickered across his muzzle, where his own too had been not too many moments ago. He lifted his lips and bared his teeth slightly, at no one in particular, and drew a hiss as he inhaled more of her natural perfume. He got enough, it seemed. Words were so overrated, so the lack of any was nothing but silent music in the air, accompanied by the silent breaths from them both, and the lack of one from the crimson painted being on the ground behind the male.
He did not know of what games the little muse of his played, but he knew that if she kept on with her tricks, he would probably get lost. That alone was an odd feeling. To admit he could not fight it. Only time would show, but he felt more like his former self again. Not to misunderstand, Haku had always been Haku, but.. even though this was a bold example of two beings swimming in the pitch black water, she was pulling him out of the complete and consuming darkness that had fogged his mind for so long. Not even his daughter had escaped. That was the point where the male had known he was nearing bottom. Now, Firefly was there with him. At least from what he knew. He pressed his muzzle gently against hers and let it travel further to stroke her cheek and then down to the thicker fur on her neck, it all left a light red trail in her fur, but they were dirty on their hands anyway.
He let a sigh disappear into the soft pelt of the young female. They should go and get rid of the body fast as possible before any sane pack members arrived and saw the truth of the pair’s mentality. Where to dump the body? His voice was nothing but a silent whisper into silver and gold.
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Firefly knew not the effect she had on the male, not to the true extent. She did the things she did because she wasn't afraid to embrace her own darkness, yet also because he asked it of her. In everything look he gave, in every step he took to see who she really was it was there. She could gaze into his eyes and she saw some pleading in there, something beneith the darkness that seemed to flood him, something that she wanted. She wanted to be what he wanted her to believe, atleast something hidden away in the foolish part that was still a child did, but the woman grown and wild wanted the power that the darkness gave her, but no matter what the true reason was she was too deep in this all with him and there was no changing that.
Her tongue rasped over his cheek once more, her thoughts not on the reasons why she played the role, nor on what she could be. Firefly pulled her head back as she suddenly felt Haku's body even closer. His scent overpowering as his muzzle was pressed against hers a moment. Closing her eyes she could feel the soft stroke as he moved along her cheek and further to the ruff that encompassed her throat. She smiled to herself a moment until the sigh rose from the other's throat.
Opening her eyes as the second in command spoke she smiled, the soft whisper against her flesh sent chills down her spine, but the words she spoke were far from sweet nothings. Her eyes gazing to those dead orbs of the coyote's corpse as her voice lifted. "I think.. Inferni would welcome him with arms wide open.." She had no plans of actually going into their lands, but the outskirts along the beach were all they really needed. "Just a reminder..Of all they've taken away from the rest of us." She whispered into his ear as she thought of another's past. Her mother wouldn't forgive her for the things she'd done but Firefly offered up the coyote for The pain Inferni had once caused the silver and gold lady, and the packs of the past.
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He grinned into her fur as she came with the same idea that had been floating about in his head. He had gotten further on the details, but he would probably not follow it up, because they both had crossed the line already, and what the dark whispering voice told him was too far off. Maybe if he had been alone and Firefly had been far, far away, but that was not the case. He dug his muzzle into her fur and pressed his lips against her skin as best he could, and forced the air out of his lungs, creating a farting noise as it collided with Firefly’s skin and escaped through the corner of his mouth. The canine face was not designed to do such tricks half as well as the human one, but he managed halfway to pull it off.
Good idea. He withdrew his face from her silky fur and backed off a step, able to lay eyes on her once again. He turned away from her and went to the corpse. Urk, all that blood, that’s going to leave a stain, my dear. He tilted his head and eyed her. I can do it later, if you'd like. He pushed the coyote over on its belly and made the dead eyes look away for now. Are you okay?
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She grinned wickedly as she watched the lifeless body before them. The scent of the male and the nuzzles and soft touches that lit her skin were more than she could stand, yet suddenly the strange absurd sound made as Haku dug his muzzle against her chest and blew hot air agianst her flesh. She laughed a moment at the weird feeling and that noise before prancing out of his reach and watching him as he turned away to examine the corpse.
Her eyes watched him as he looked over their prey, his comment on the blood making her smile darkly as her soft accented voice teased the male. "When were you one to care.. what's a little stain?" she asked as she examined her crimson dipped forelegs. Her eyes lifted up to meet those of Haku as he asked her so suddenly such an odd question. "You seem so serious.. why so worried?" she asked. She didn't look like she was about to go over the edge did she, she knew she didn't feel it.
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Warm brown ears flickered as the female let her voice sound, one ear to take in her words, the other backwards in slight sign of discomfort. It was a good question, as most of them were when it came from her. It was quite obvious for him though, because he was in the bulls eye of attention already, and needless killings such as this should not be seen. Most of all, he knew that it should not happen, but he had troubles with keeping to insignificant individual’s rules. Yet, he could always try. What was so dangerous about all this was that Firefly did not back away and turn her back at him. The thrill from when she had jumped on the poor bugger still echoed in his body. He had loved it, his warrior woman.
Because only monsters slay innocent creatures. He bared his teeth and snapped out in the air over the dead canine. I did not think you had it in you. It was so true. Haku had always done his dark deeds completely alone, but with company, it could turn out quite nasty if they were at the wrong places at the wrong times. Eyes turned hungrily over to the young girl, with her front bathed in blood. He wanted her. Now as she had revealed one of her more true colors, he was more amazed and taken back than ever.
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She knew that somehow she'd made him feel out of place in her actions, he hadn't excepted the things she did and the end result, yet obviously he wasn't disappointed either. Her emerald eyes watched him as she waited to see just why he was so worried about her. When the answer finally came she laughed, not the seet soft sound of a girl, but scorn filled as she shook her head as thought his answer had been so foolish that he should have seen it himself.
High arched steps on crimson tinted paws took her around the death that stood between them as she spoke simply. "Don't kid youself Haku, no creature is innocent.." She lowered her head as she took the last few steps towards him, the eyes of a preditor watched the chocolate and cream boy as she brought herself up next to him, their body barely touching as she whispered softly. "Only fools believe there is still innocence out there. We're all born to prey on the weak, to rise above and survive." She never blinked as she raised her nose up to his, their breath mixing warm on the flesh, "Few do have it in them.. and sometimes it comes from unexpected sources. There was possibly a reason why she looked so frail and beautiful at once. To look the child and yet be a woman trapped in that body, who would believe such a tiger roamed beyond those eyes.
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Making him feel somewhat out of place was not a bad thing. Not in this setting at least. She fascinated him greatly, and there were too few that managed to do so. Oh, he was so far from disappointed. He desired her more than ever, and it was hard to keep that fact away from his face, his body. She laughed and made him feel almost foolish for a second. If it had been someone else he would have disliked it greatly, but it surprised her that she could act so freely without a gram of irritation. No, it only caused him to want more. More, more. God. Don’t kid yourself, Haku, no creature is innocent.. Her own voice was repeated by the nameless voice inside of him, and he agreed. She was young, but she was no child.
She had stepped up so close, and he could feel her words against his cool skin. He loved it. He could not resist it. He did not reply back, instead the Lilium moved up against her and placed his paws sideways right behind her shoulders. It happened rather fast, and he put his weight behind and pushed her down to the ground, following close and placed himself halfway on top of her. Their chests connected and he kept his face close to hers. There was no aggression behind his action, only a gentle force that she had to submit to at that moment. The electricity sparkled between them, and his heart hissed out its rhythm of the beauty of that moment.
A cream painted muzzle dug into the soft fur near the throat and let it stroke caressingly up to her cheek, and he let his tongue follow heavily, tasting her sweet face. She was too much for him.
Unexpected sources? Well, I cannot lie and say I don’t like what I see.., he whispered back when his tongue had reached her fluffy lightly colored ear. If a tiger inhabited her eyes, death had found its home in his.
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The darkness that danced in her emerald eyes loved the male as he followed her with his eyes, his ears, every sense about him was in tune to every movement, every word. She would have purred with satsifaction at having found in the cruel monster a sleek and wicked thing worth obsessing over. So daring were her words, to chide the male like he was the child and not herself.. yet she could lead him along with a crook of her finger and he would follow. This power she possessed and wasn't even away of it's true meaning.
The words whispered hot and tempting on his flesh seemed to drive him into a frenze as suddenly the tables were turned. The soft force of his body pressed against hers and willingly she gave. There was not a doubt in her mind as she went down with the Lilium in control. Skin to skin they were as connected as slowly he ran his muzzle along the beating pulse just below the flesh, her own heartrate thundering along with every spark that he set with those caressing strokes from chest to cheek.
The light touch of his lips and tongue across her ear as the whispers met the tigress. A silky sly smile played on her lips as she breathed heavily. "I was hoping you'd say that.." the words were barely out of her maw as she arched against his body, testing and teasing the male that had temporary inprisoned the wildcat.
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Haku had never been fond of playing games. Not any games, really. He had been an odd child in the past, a child that seemed to have to grow up quickly with the lack of a mother and a father, and he had taken distance from his siblings from time to time. Mew was a figure that he always had been able to spot in the distance, but Melisande and Haku had cut of their bonds and drifted quietly away from eachother. It was first now, later, that he seemed to be able to dash along and join little games that other wolves set out for him. Especially Firefly. It was the first mutual game he had joined. He had played with his victims, but it could not be called 'a game' by the way he executed.
Firefly took it all away and did not halter on the narrow path that could turn pleasure into pain and torture and death. She was so young, but oh, the potential.. She was breathing heavily, and he discovered that he too was not lighter on his breath. He could feel her body arche against him, and the worst part was that she was aware of how she tempted him. He bit his own lip and tried to still the fire that rages without control, driven to insanity by the female body under him. Blood and fire. You should stop tempting me, little Firefly, or else I might not be able to control myself for much longer. He couldnt help but forge a grin, but it was true what he said.
It was not as if he never took what he wanted, oh no, rather the opposite, but he loved their little games.
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