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The joys of not belong to a pack was being able to be where ever someone wanted and where ever they pleased. The tan male kissed his two finger as he then turned around and ran the fingers though the hair that was upon his head and back, he had traded sex for the wooden bow that the blind she wolf was carrying around, it was okay but sex was sexy, and if the female was willing, and it was not of a wolf or wolf hybrid he would then give it to her. That was always something the male was willing to give. Well it was not giving when he was getting something back out of it in return.
It was not the best sex he had ever had, but sex was sex and for a male that was source of relief was his paw, beggars could not be picky when it came to that. The male walked over the two feet tall archery areas; he had gotten some arrows though the same means as the bow, she claimed he was the best she had. Even better than her mate. To bad for the mate that she now had wanted to lay down with him more, but the male had all that he wanted from her.
The male drew the bow back to his chin his two finger holding the string back to where his finger touched his chin while bracing the arrow. The male let his two finger flick forward as the string swilled though the air hitting the target, the male smiled as he walked over to the hay barrel pulling the arrow out as he placed it into his pack, he leaned against the target watching the moving and happening of the area around him.
Word Count → 000 :: we should have a thread with him and Terra. she's completely split in half just like him. They could fight about it, especially since Terra's in denial
Amy had watched the hybrid enter the tent of a carnival merchant. Her bristles had stiffened, knowing that she'd lost a customer. Watching him shoot at a target with a bow that was clearly lower class than hers just added salt to the wound. She might not have made the bows, but she didn't accept anything except top quality, and she could see that was not one of them. For a normal hunt it would be fine. Repeated stress would shatter it though. It wasn't made for long term use. It might last a few years if used only for hunting once a month, but used more often than that and it would break.
Tossing her head Amy snorted as the hybrid settled down to watch the flow of traffic. So confident in his purchase. Amy wanted to march right over there and break the bow, but she had come to the market to build connections and a good reputation, not throw fits. She stayed where she was, smiling brightly as a young wolf came her way. Gaily she struck up conversation, beginning the trade. He was looking for bows, and wanted to ask for directions. Her pride pricked she walked to the back, bringing back the cheapest of her bows. It was a simple wooden one, but it was polished and made of good wood that would last a long time. One could take it to battle and not worry about it breaking. There would still be stress on it, but the bow could survive at least a year of constant battle before showing the strain.
The male watched the dog twist her face up as she sold a bow to another being, it did not matter to the coyote wolf male that her bows might or might not be better. That wasn’t the point behind getting the bow that he now owned this said bow, it did not matter how well it did or did not shoot. It was the matter of who had owned the bow before him. That was the whole reasoning for owning this bow now was to rub it into a little blind someone’s face.
The male looked over to the dog with her curled up face, as he laughed licking his lips nodding toward her. ”Hey you bitch!” The male pointed at her with the tip of his bow, he pointed it towards the female motion for her to come to him.
Not waiting for her to come near the male smiled shifting the bow for something to be leaned on to. ”You think your better? Prove it! And….for the fun of it, let’s add some weight to the contest. You win…I’ll give you something…and how about versa vice?” The hybrid male chuckled as he looked at the golden female.
A rude word was shouted out by the hybrid she'd noticed. Not realizing it was directed by her she continued her sale until the next words came. That grabbed her attention. She looked over at him, and he was indeed motioning to her. The young male, not wanting to be caught up in a fight quickly left. Growling at the loss Amy turned back towards him. She grabbed the bow she'd been about to sell and turned around. She placed it back where it belonged before grabbing another one. She slung it across her back before stepping over.
Walking over one could see the heat rolling off her. The spiritual might have even picked up more, sensing the deadly beast she kept trapped within. You scared off my customer, for a spitting contest? Her lips curled with disdain, looking him up and down. He was definitely in shape, but if he bought that bow and thought he'd made a good deal he obviously didn't know anything about archery. She smirked at his words of a prize, tail flicking to the side. You already owe me for what you lost me. You want to add to your debt? Her stance was fierce, dominating those around her.
He laughed at her, her words where harsh. Did she really think that he really cared what she thought, of felt?! Really! If she thought for one single second that her pretty little rear was something that he thought twice about, she was sadly fooling. She would lose this contest and he would see to it.
Rojo was twisted, when there was something that he wanted he would see to it no matter the cost morally, or any other ways the cost was never too high for him, and with the moral standing the male had he would take anything. ”You call that smelly mess of wolves customers?” The male poked fun at the company she was allowing to be around her table, the male was never a fan of wolves, well other than his mother, however she had learned to respect, love and honor the coyote male that was his father and her mate.
The male mocking tipped his head down to the female, with the golden fur upon her body. He wanted her mad; he liked his ladies with a bit of a fight in them. It made the game that much more enjoyable. ”So tell me pretty maiden with a face of an angel what price would you like? I know what I want when I win the game, but we can pretend that we are going to let you win.” The male boosted as he looked her up and down licking his lips.
Amy's anger mounted as he laughed at her. It cooled considerably at his next words though. So he was just an ignorant racist. Relaxed she smiled. That was good. Made him much easier to figure out, easier to handle. She knew so many ways to manipulate those filled with such hate. Especially since he was a hybrid. Hating himself would be pretty big. All she'd have to do is find that chink in his armor and wriggle through. He would be her slave after that, listening to her words.
She smiled as the old comparison came forth again. Always they mistook her as an angel, unknowing of the demon that laid underneath. His words were bold, confident in his ability. She was an assassin though, trained to kill from a distance. Her arrows always hit their target, exactly what she aimed at. Tough words for a hybrid. Poor thing carries the very blood he hates. I think I'll claim... Amy paused, pretending to think over what her prize would be. She smiled wickedly. You.
Her words where just as cool in disposition as he was both where cocky and hot headed. The brown and silver male smiled as he stepped into her laughing, she thought her words where going to get to him, however he was use to it, a coyote female was the apple of his eye, and he would have one, one way or another. The male narrowed his eyes upon her as he stepped into her, drawing back his hand smacking her upon the rear, ”When I win, I claim a few good nights with this thing.” He boosted as he gripped her rear a bit then releasing it.
He chucked as he stepped back and then letting go of her rear end, the male winked as he licked his lips looking her up and down. ...”Keep that wicked grin, it’s pretty sexy on you.” The male was pretty sure that he would win, he was skilled with any wooden weapon, granted hand to hand was his boosting area, but this bow seemed to be weighted in his favor, and this was not his first time shooting a bow, the arrows where normally that of the wolves that thought they could have taken over his family’s lands, and where heaver but the arrows.
Amy watched the hybrid move closer. He eyes narrowed slightly, suspicion in them. She didn't trust anyone, let alone a stranger with angry words. She bit back a yelp as her back was grabbed. A tight grip confirmed his claim, followed by words asking for her at night for a little while. To be treated as a prize! That smarted Amy's pride. Well to be fair she had started it, stating she would take him as a prize. That didn't mean she had to like it. It just added oil to the fire, making her more determined to win.
At last he removed his hand, though his look was pretty open, sizing her up. Amy enjoyed attention as much as any female, but she really felt like a slab of meat right now. The comment about her grin had her snarling as she marched over to where the targets were kept. A pack was running this booth, but it didn't take much for Amy to persuade a private section to be set aside for their little contest, though they did end up having a host watching them to make sure they didn't do anything stupid. The targets were set back 60 yards. Swiftly Amy drew her first arrow. Notching it into the bow she studied the target for a moment before releasing, hitting the edge of the bullseye. Calmly she turned and faced him. Your turn.
The male was not asking. Rojo never asked for anything, he either got what he wanted or he took it. Well less it was sex, and then he just made them squirm around making them think he was the next serial rapist to walk upon the lands. He liked that, the fear that they thought he was going to hurt them. That fear was something that made living his life and hating all wolves and pity hybrids so much easier.
He would have to admit that second when his hand connected on to her rear, that touch he could tell she didn’t like it, though the male had never been one for words, he just said what he wanted and never thought twice about who it may or may not have upset.
Watching her string her bow, and then pulling it up aiming it the male gave her the respect of being silent while she aimed and shot. Watching as the lady’s arrow hit the target them male walked over to the target pulling out her arrow as he walked back to her, sliding the arrow into the female dog’s quiver.
With a snicker the male stepped back to the mark where she had let her arrow fly. The male looked over at her, as he licked his lips. ”I hope you’re pleased with your-self, Bitch.” The male bent down getting down upon his knees as his one hand slipped back to his quiver, his fingers going though the arrows, his fingers feeling each one. Pulling out one arrow the male looked it over, making sure that everything was just as he wanted, that the where a nice cut down the arrow, one done by a well trained eye. <./p>
Pulling his bow up and then resting it against his arm, as he notched it, pulling it back the male aimed for her hole only at a different angel, the male twisted his arm as he let the arrow fly. Watching it spin around in the air, it came in at a harsh right angel, but landed in her hole. With a smile he was pleased with what he had done the male looked over to her, as he stood up letting the bow drop down to the ground. ”Well now, what do we have here.”
Amy crossed her arms as her opponent moved across to where the target was. It was a good shot. On a canine that would have killed them. She was silent as he returned the arrow to her quiver before going back up, studying her mark. Amy bristled at his words. That wasn't a shot any canine could make. Only those with a mastery on bows could consistently hit the bullseye without warming up, something that Amy had just done without much thought.
He came back, pulling out his own arrow. The hybrid put a lot of time and effort into this before shooting. The arrow bent around in the air before smacking solidly into where her own arrow had landed. Amy had enough control to keep her jaw from dropping open. That was a trick shot. Something Amy had never bothered learning, simply because it was about efficiency for her, not how fancy she could get. Growling she glared at her opponent.
Not willing to be outdone Amy grabbed an arrow out of her quiver. She grabbed too hard though, the wood snapping in her grasp. Realizing she'd allowed him to get under her skin Amy snarled. Stepping back a little Amy closed her eyes, finding the pool of calm inside herself. It took a couple minutes, but when she opened her eyes her mind was clear again. Amy reached into the quiver and removed an arrow. Sliding it in she took a few steps back, shifting to the left. Amy let her own arrow fly, with all her anger flying behind it. It snapped into the small mark that her first shot had created, splitting into the hybrid's arrow. Smiling she turned and looked at him. Oops.
[html]The wolf and coyote mix glared at the female as she did not show the same respect that he had her. Rojo glared over at her, with a nod, he drew two arrows, and he knew that he would have to move quickly. First the male shot the first arrow, and then quickly re angled and then shot the second arrow. They flew though the air, as they danced, the male watched at the first arrow came below the female’s arrow, tipping it to interfere with the bull eye. The male smiled as he watched the first arrow shook as it hit with much force and power. The second one stripped the feathers off the dog’s arrow, hitting right in the target. His head snapped over looking at her. ”Uh-oh…” He smirked as he looked at her; he licked his lips looking her up and down. ”So how about you give your-self to me.” He was not going to let her win; this was just a petty game. He walked over to her, as his hand ran over her breast. He chuckled as he hissed pulling his hand down the side of it, and then away. He smiled; he knew that no matter what she was going to be his prize. ”I think I’m just going to claim you as mine; now.” He smiled as he pulled her into him, kissing her upon her neck and shoulders. He did not hold her tight, he wanted her to have the choice, but really there was not going to be any winning this fight. [/html]
She smiled as the hybrid glared at her, glad to have finally done something to put them on even grounds. Always he'd been so cool, so calm, pushing her buttons. To have done something that pulled off that layer of cool was so satisfying, leaving Amy content to end the competition right there. She watched him pull and shoot two arrows in succession. It destroyed her arrow, but Amy didn't care anymore. She simply smiled as he moved over, letting him touch her without protest.
Amy smiled as he smirked at her. Go ahead. I think I'll like being your prize. She nestled into his arms, kissing him on the cheek before nipping gently, drawing some blood. She wasn't some timid lover. Amy was fierce, proud, and felt that she was below no one. She tightened the grip, pulling him up to her as she buried her head into his neck, kissing and nipping along his flesh. Tightly Amy pulled away from his grasp, pushing at him. She would knock him down, and show what she was made of.
It was clear that the female was ready to submit to him, the male smiled. He liked her. She was the first one that put up with his crap and still holds a conversation. The male smiled as he felt her aggressive pass at giving her-self to him. The male smiled, as he nipped at her chin. The male’s smirk was replaced with a smile, a real smile. Taking the female’s leg he pulled her up onto him, laying her back the male kissed her chest.
Hot lust of a basic need for a male moved though him, as he flung open her leg, the male allowed his fingers to dance over her lady lips, with a snarl he moved his mouth in, lapping up around his finger, her moist lips where his prize, for now and he did not plan to let her go anytime soon. The male took his extra hand and started to move up and down over the pink sword, rubbing it up and down. He looked up at her from between her legs, licking his lips. ”Bitch, you are now mine.” He huffed. He did not care if she would submit to him now or not. Once he was done with her she would beg him to stick around, he knew he was that skilled when it came to sex.
A soft nip at her chin had her growling with contentment. Her legs were pulled up and Amy wrapped her arms around him, letting herself be lowered down. He kissed her, soft and harsh at the same time. There was nothing but fire between them, hate and passion at the same time. Amy clawed into his back, digging deep as he lowered himself down. He began to tease her, though his words of claim sent a snarl through her. Easily she twisted out of the position. Standing above him she pushed down, forcing him onto his back.
Don't be so cocky. She brought herself down, kissing him before biting his lips, drawing blood. Licking her lips from the taste Amy wrapped herself around him, only to hear someone's throat be cleared. Snarling she looked up, wondering who dared to interrupt them. It was the stupid referee who had been watching to make sure that their contest didn't get out of hand. He was now very pointedly staring at them. Sighing Amy reached down, drawing out a throwing knife. Without much thought she chucked it into his head, killing him.
With the distraction gone she could turn her attention back to the male who had won her. Smiling she trailed her hands down, pulling his hands away from himself. Allow me. She lowered her head, slowly taking his sheath into her mouth. Slowly she licked it, running her tongue around.
The male snarled feeling the pain that she brought onto him, it was not unwelcomed, she was able to match the anger and the hate that he had for the world with her own. It was an unholy matter that the two found each other, and after a over rated contest over bragging right, the two gave into what each other wanted the most.
Feeling her pressure around his long male hood the male yipped with a groan, as he took his hand wrapping it around the female hair, with a grunt he pushed her mouth further down as he bucked into her mouth, she would do what he wanted and she would be good. The male was going to have to find her a collar, something much nicer than that of Kiara’s. ”But baby, my cock is my best part. Just like how your hate for everyone and everything, turns me on. “ The male shifted around pulling her back as he had allowed her a taste of his length. ”Your sexy, powerful and sexy.”
He had to confess to her, as he took the female, rolling her to her knees, he moved her tail out of the way as he spilled into her tender lady area, the male snarled leaning down over her. Trusting his hips into her, his one knee bent, his foot planted firmly upon the ground. Claws digging into her side as he slammed him-self into her. He smiled feeling the warmth of her body coving his own. ”You are going to be mine, and you will come to me again wanting to feel this. You know you want it.” Just as much as he wanted her. The one hand pulling away from her hip as he smack her rear again, he loved out tight she was. Reaching down and around her he teased the tiny slit in the lady lips that he was trusting into and out of her. ”So now that I have a new toy, what would you like to be called? Or shall I just keep calling you Bitch?” The male huffed as he felt the swelling in his penis that he was trusting into her.
Her hair was grasped, forcing her further in as he pushed. Amy bit down lightly, her teeth scraping against him before she was pulled back. Snarling at the rough treatment Amy snapped at him. She moved to open up for him, moaning with pleasure as he thrust inside her. He teased her body, sending shivers down her spine as she twisted underneath him, demanding more. His praising words had Amy grinning, knowing that it was true. She was powerful, beautiful, and had no room for love.
His next words weren't nearly as pleasant though. Amy's eyes narrowed with distaste as the hybrid spoke. Her body might be rolling with pleasure, but she belonged to herself. Reaching up she grabbed his throat, squeezing. I am not yours. His hand reached down, stroking and teasing her parts even as he thrust. Being called a toy was the last straw for her though. She slammed a fist into his chest, managing to pull herself away. Panting from want Amy glared at him. I'm not your toy. Call me what you like, but you won't taste me again. Fiercely Amy turned, walking away, trying not to give in the desire that still filled her.
The male hissed, as his lips gathered up around his teeth snarling As he trusted him-self into her, sending waves of pleasure though her body. The male felt the hand go around his neck, she would never ever do that to him, and he knew she was going have to be trained in really who was in charge, she pulled away from the wonderful sex that they were having, the male would not allow the pain of being punched to faze him. He felt the sudden coldness left on his shaft.
Jumping up he ran after her, taking her by the hair, as he used his claws to grip into her shoulders. ”Fine; Bitch. You are mine.” The male snarled as he took her into his arms kissing down with harsh nips upon her neck, chin and shoulder. He went up to her ear whispering to her. ”I will tame this Lynx, and she will purr every time I am around her.” The male said, holding her still the male went down upon her nipples licking around them, and kissing them. With a powerful feeling in his loins the male put his teeth down upon her nipples. Call out to your master. Call to me baby.” The male pulled her in, not giving her a choice, running him-self into her. He sighed softly, yes this was the best match for him. She was deadly, he had seen she had no issues with killing, and neither did he. He knew she was the best match for him. The male would not verbally say anything to the female, he wanted to be with her.
Fighting against him was difficult, her body shuddering under his grasp. She wanted this, but she was someone who would never submit. Even if it cost her, her body shuddering with his touch, Amy would never give in. He had followed after her, which gave her some pleasure, but she would not submit. Even as his claws sank into her shoulder, whispers of gladness that he followed, Amy remained still. She listened as he promised to tame her, bringing a snarl from her. She wasn't some dumb beast to be tamed. She wasn't a slave.
Rough kisses had her moving, gripping around him despite her efforts not to. Amy reached in, biting his ear as he tugged at her nipples. Holding still was the most difficult thing she'd ever done, losing ground with each touch. Her eyes burned, angry. She snarled as he entered her, refusing to cry out. She pushed him to the ground, reversing the roles. On top of him she moved, hips moving with the speed of his thrusts, pushing hard and far. She leaned down, meeting his cold eyes. Never.
Claws ran down her back to her hips allowing her to do all the work, his cold digits held her firmly onto him. Rojo would not allow her the freedom that she would want till he was done with her. The male would give her a night that she would not soon forget. The male allowed her this power for just so long. They where a match, both refusing to submit to the other. Both holding onto to the power that they needed to keep up with the life style that had made. The male dug his feet into the ground as he shifted around holding her hips, and he attack her with trust into her, forcing her down onto him, forcing her to stay on him, the male growled as the swollen knot finally pushing up into her, making her locked onto him. ”Oh you’re a treat Bitch The word was spoken a manner that was much softer, more caring. The male took his arms, wrapping them around her holding her onto him, as he sprayed into her the hot sticky seeds of life.
He knew in a way that needed to submit to each other, they both where angry souls that felt this bond. They needed to each other to fuel that hate to others, and to fill that tiny bit of void that needed to have touches that were not mean from another. ”I call to you, as my mistress, as you will call to me as your master. ALWAYS.” He declared as he trusted into her. He pulled her down as he sucked upon her nipples.
Finally satisfied that he wouldn't force her to submit Amy closed her eyes, letting the pleasure from their joining to sweep through her. They would remain connected. Her eyes shot open, glaring at him suspiciously at the soft words. Everything since they'd met had been a battle, neither giving in, even as they gave pleasure. His arms wrapped around her, and Amy wrapped herself around him, refusing to show even the slightest sign of softening towards him.
His words were soft, submitting and dominating at the same time, holding her close. Amy leaned down, nuzzling him softly. She knew what she was supposed to do now, but hesitated to do so. She wanted to mark him as hers, but knew that would make her his as well, something Amy wasn't ready to accept. Even as he nestled into her, sucking her breasts, Amy resisted what she already knew was inevitable. Older, she was so much more inflexible, seeing change and resisting it even if it was impossible. Sighing she buried her head into him, trying not to show what she felt.
