M-No Avoidance

Amy Sunders · 03-24-2012, 10:12 AM

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Raoth sagged with relief. He worked as her target practice for knife throwing all the time. It seemed her interest was more captured by the male that had come to their fire than doing actual damage to him. Amy's ears twitched at his laughter, turning to watch. She grinned at his indication, watching him pull out the throwing knives. Told that he'd never miss Amy sighed softly, holding Raoth next to the tree. Drawing a dagger she drove it through his arm to keep him from moving. Raoth let out a gurgled sound of pain, immediately beginning to tug at it. To prevent it Amy tied his other arm up.

Walking over to Levent Amy shook her head softly. You never miss? Even when drunk? Her hand danced lightly over his form, moving down his arm to the hand that grasped the pouch. Well, I suppose I'll have to fix that then. Sharply Amy grasped his hand, moving to pull and dislocate his wrist, giving him a handicap. Wickedly she grinned up at him, knowing that it would hurt. She didn't care. He said it was unfair. She had simply evened the playing fields-to benefit herself, of course. Amy didn't want Levent to win.

Levent Kartal · 03-25-2012, 10:20 PM

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this post sucks :c

Levent’s padded fingers brushed the edge of the blade as he watched the blonde dog deal with her slave. His arm throbbed when the dagger was planted in the young coyote’s, but his face did not betray any wincing. Such pain was bright but quickly dying unless one had the misfortune of nerve damage and old rain-aching scars. The slave would live, he knew, as he knew Amy would not tolerate his meaningless death. It was a waste of wealth.

Then again, she was wasted. Who knew what transgressions she might tolerate in this foggy state?

The brown wolf chuckled, his blue eyes smiling as she approached him. She called his bluff, and he was about to laugh and admit that no one was perfect when her softly-touching hand grasped his. He let out a yelping snarl as she jerked on it, and he nearly struck her. Only his agony kept him from doing so, and he pulled his wrist close to his chest, feeling for it. It perhaps wasn’t dislocated, not unusable, but the pain blazed through him and was more than enough of a distraction.

Levent growled at her then, teeth bared and gaze revealing his frustration and hurt. Her teeth digging into his shoulder in the bedroom—that he could tolerate in hindsight. This was nothing, a game, and he’d already made it clear to himself that he would not succumb to her games.

And so he turned, judging the distance between himself and the tied-up coyote slave. His throbbing hand pulled back over his head, clutching the blade, and he flung it at Raoth’s ear. He knew his aim was likely off, but he hoped it was off enough to strike the stupid coyote in the eye. He was beyond pity tonight.

Ama cennete ulaşmak için cehennemin içinden yürümek gerekir.

Amy Sunders · 03-26-2012, 10:54 AM

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Levent growled at him, dark ferociousness flooding his features. Amy laughed, finding his appearance even more attractive in that moment. He might have moved to kill her then, but he had already committed to her game. She watched with interest as he took his knife, throwing it for Raoth. The coyote twisted his head, able to move at least that much, causing the knife to bury itself into his cheek instead of the more painful place it would have landed. Amy grinned, turning to Levent. Wonderful throw. Heading to her wagon Amy pulled out some stuff for him to wrap his wrist, quickly making a paste to sooth the ache and help him hold steady. Your prize for this round.

Lightly Amy tossed it to him, expecting him to catch it. Moving forwards Amy almost tripped, landing face first into the ground. Laughing she picked herself up, knife flicking over to Raoth. He knew what the stakes of the game was, and deciding to outsmart his mistress Raoth moved, managing to catch it in his teeth. Growling at the obvious fowl she turned to Levent, ears flattened. Interference! That's clearly a hit. Not that she'd minded stripping if Levent declared that she had missed. In fact, she rather hoped both of them would be wearing nothing at the end.

Levent Kartal · 04-02-2012, 09:25 PM

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She made him hate. She made him lust. There was no end to the ways this bitch could toy with his emotions, and as intoxicated by the wine as he was, Levent could really care less. Only his smarting wrist reminded him how easily she could invoke his anger toward her, his indignation that began from the moment she sank her teeth into his shoulder. One of these days—when he was stronger, perhaps—she would have to be very careful. He was no assassin, trained to deal death at a moment’s notice, but with time he would find what he was looking for. Perhaps then he would play the role of master, and she would have to answer to his whims.

Perhaps he would kill her. The thought made him lick his lips, but he knew it would never happen for as long as he was mortal.

She offered him a poultice and wrap, and he spared her what might have been a grateful smile had they not been teetering on the balance of death and drunkenness. Instead, it was more of a sloppily sinister flash of teeth. He managed somehow to catch the roll of gauze and medicinal paste and bandaged his wrist as tight as he dared, the affects of the medicine already soothing some of the pain.

His blue eyes flicked with interest to her blonde form as she moved, and Levent dared to guffaw as she tripped. His laugh was crushed between formidable jaws as he looked up sharply to see that she’d let the throwing knife fly anyway, sending it toward the coyote youth—who snatched it in his teeth, much to Amy’s chagrin.

“You didn’t tie his head,” Levent pointed out, his posture dominant to match hers. His eyes fell to her blouse, and he flicked his ears with an almost casual smile. “You should’ve known he could move, so strip.” Cockily, he sent another knife at the slave—although this one did miss as the coyote flattened his ears so the tip of one would not be impaled.

He snorted, but to show he was a good sport, he reached up to unwrap the colored cloth. He shook his hair messily around his face and offered her another grin, this one a shade less dark than the others. Despite the demon-hunger that had began this game, the man was just that—a mortal man—and quite enjoying himself.

Ama cennete ulaşmak için cehennemin içinden yürümek gerekir.

Amy Sunders · 04-03-2012, 12:55 PM

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The sharp cruel laughter that came from Levent wasn't something she wasn't used to. It reminded her of home, actually. With how battles would be fought, triumphs shared with a fierce sharp edged pride and failures met with laughter every bit as cruel. With the flaw in her actions pointed out Amy smiled, a lazy lustful smile. Remove my blouse? Would you really be so cruel as to ask a lady to do that? Even as she spoke Amy was slowly unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her form, letting his eyes rake down her before she finally pulled it off.

Levent missed this time as Raoth was starting to get the hang of dodging while pinned to the tree. His hair fell messily around his face as the cloth keeping it back was removed. She moved over to him, toying with it in her hand before throwing her knife, this time striking him in the leg. Raoth let out a gurgled yelp, unable to actually talk properly without a tongue. Your turn. Her voice was filled with lust, tugging at his hair before stepping back so he could throw.

Levent Kartal · 04-08-2012, 02:47 PM

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Prolly wind down to sexytimes then fade out soon? :3

Levent pretended to look affronted when she called him cruel. He truly was a gentleman, as many women could attest to—if they weren’t cursing him for being such a fickle spirit. He was gentle, kind, loving, passionate…and all of that went to hell around this woman. She didn’t deserve a gentleman; that would just bore her. Instead, he allowed this animalistic side of him to come out, even if it was tame compared to others’ lust.

Blizzard blue eyes slid lazily down her collarbone to the swell of her breasts. It was funny how clothing made the luperci body more tantalizing, while many wore only the fur on their back. There was a sense of the forbidden to it, maybe. He imagined trailing his tongue where his eyes lingered before she set the blouse aside and played with his freed hair.

The coyote’s cry of pain indicated another hit, and the wolf smiled as she spoke to him, her hand still in his hair another instant. Judging the distance between himself and the slave, he raised his arm then hurled another knife, this one striking the coyote in a much easier target. Blood dripped from his ribs as he let out another strangled, wordless shout of pain. It didn’t look like it had gone deep, however; Lev didn’t know what would happen if he accidentally killed Amy’s slave. She might not care right now, but he didn’t want to risk her wrath when she sobered up.

“Your turn,” the Turkish man said, bored. He went over and started to massage her bare shoulders, magic fingers going to work to loosen her muscles—as well as to distract her.

Ama cennete ulaşmak için cehennemin içinden yürümek gerekir.

Amy Sunders · 04-08-2012, 06:56 PM

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Amy didn't exactly have tense muscles. She was drunk, she was happy, she was causing others pain. Amy was as relaxed as she got. Instead, his touch felt very, very sensual. Concentration blown to pieces Amy chucked her knife to the ground. The cruel way that he'd thrown the knife, careless and bored, right into Raoth's ribs. It was amazing. Amy wanted that. She wanted him so badly. Screw the game. She just wanted to screw with him. Keep him tied to her side, her own personal toy. Except that he wasn't, he was better than that, burning with darkness. It didn't match her own, but it didn't matter, the taste still driving her wild.

Twisting around Amy faced him, grinning. I declare myself the winner. I'll take my prize. She was fully willing to let him argue that fact, as he'd hit Raoth more than she had. Well, to be fair she'd only thrown two knives compared to the ones he'd thrown. She nuzzled her head into him, breathing in the scent. Fangs teased along his skin, testing it, wondering where she would bite him this time. Should she make her mark more firm, deepen it? Or leave a mark that will heal, and simply relish in the taste of his blood? She had all time to figure this out though. All the time in the world.

Levent Kartal · 04-08-2012, 09:14 PM

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yaaayyyy

The muscles under his fingers were strong, yet loose and relaxed, and so the man abandoned his usual perfected routine of good massage for something a bit more provocative. The rubbing of his hands became solely gentle, sensual, his fingers trailing down the front of her shoulders, barely touching the soft-furred mounds of her breasts as if on accident. His breath teased the base of her brown ear, and he hooked a finger in the band that kept it up, hoping to let it spill over the shoulders he was working on.

Amy turned with a smile, proclaiming her victory, and the man nearly snorted until he heard the sensual undertones in her voice. A wry remark about consolation prizes died on his lips as her muzzle was buried into him, nuzzling softly, and he wrapped his arms around her, his fingers dancing along her spine.

“No biting,” Levent whispered in her ear—a challenge. He knew that she might find some other way around it, maiming him with claws or knives or the breaking of some of his bones, but he’d prefer she restrain herself. At least in that way. Frustration worked wonders in other areas.

His tongue flicked out over her snout, almost gentle again, as he was a lover unused to roughness. Quickly he gripped her shoulders, however, and with a nibble at her throat pulled her down to the earth, hands sliding to her hips to pull her down on top of him.

Ama cennete ulaşmak için cehennemin içinden yürümek gerekir.

Amy Sunders · 04-08-2012, 10:03 PM

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His fingers danced along her spine, sending shivers through her body. Levent never did fail to please her. The whisper in her ear drew a growl from the dark canine, wanting the pain and blood. There was a challenge there as well though, almost taunting her, seeing if she was strong enough to resist. She rose to the challenge, keeping her teeth to herself, pulling back. Instead she kissed him, hands roughly tangling at his body. The burning desire ran through him, and left unsatisfied it worked out in other ways, pulled to the ground on top of him, growling at his nips and caresses.

Levent remained fairly unscathed through the rounds, only a couple bleeding claw marks, Amy's passion concentrated into her movements, the night's darkness broken with this unholy reunion. Levent had been gentle, and Amy broke that from him, turning him as wild and ferocious as she was, a light glowing in both their eyes that no other could appreciate, Amy's with the demon's hunger, Levent's with his thirst for her darkness. This was a night to remember.

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