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Amy had stopped by a stream, deciding to go ahead and take a bath. Stretching she happily moved down, tail swishing behind her. The day was beautiful, and with the new wounds on Raoth's body, Amy was feeling absolutely fabulous. Humming she unbuttoned the light green blouse she'd been wearing, sliding it over her arms and dropping it to the ground. Jeans followed, a quick shimmy allowing her to step out of them. Gloriously naked, out of the confines of the clothing she chose to wear, Amy stepped into the water. Sighing she lifted up her hand, pulling out the elastic that held her hair up, letting it fall around her body.
True, she wasn't nearly as relaxed and vulnerable as she appeared. Her ears were still trained on what was happening behind her, making sure her two slaves weren't fighting, and she still wore the small silver ring containing poison. For the rest, she'd rely on her fangs and claws. She could take them on, prepared this time for it to happen. She had trained, and never again would she be as weak as she had been. Brown eyes closed, the world disappearing from sight, humming happily as her thoughts turned to revenge, and the pain she would wreck on her enemy.
Kit had eagerly watched from his hiding place, first in waiting for the merchant to leave her wagon so he could have easy pickings, but then had watched the show unveiling in front of him. Sure, he felt a little guilty that he was watching the stranger, and feeling lust for the attractive female, but shoved those thoughts away by rationalizing it all as only watching. He had come after all, to find a gift for Fleta, something to further bond with the female, to mark her more clearly as his. She had managed to turn a complete womanizer, into at least a male who was much less likely to sleep with anything that had breasts.
After the female was in the water, Kit decided the show was over, and it was time to go steal something, but an exceptionally dangerous alternative occurred to him. The dress that lay near the water, it would probably look nicely on Fleta as well, and the thought of also playing a cruel trick on the seemingly helpless female also amused Kit. So without thinking much about the greater risk, Kit made his way toward the dress, doing his best to stay in cover, but eventually had to leave cover at least for a little bit to reach out and grab the dress. Dangerously close to the water's edge, Kit still believed that she had not spotted him, and was prepared to slowly move away from the spot once he had the dress in his hands. For a few moments though, he would be close enough to the water that the female could grab at him easily enough, and didn't have his guard up like he should have, already thinking of how good Fleta would look in the dress, but also how much fun he might have taking the dress back off of his would be lover.
OOC: *Gives Permissions to PP for Bria* 
Amy's ears twitched at the sound of approaching steps. Her eyes narrowed, body quietly tensing in preparation for the battle that was sure to follow. This one was a lot lighter than the other, weighing less than Amy instead of more, the steps telling the sure tale. Small flashes of red flickered from the corner of her eye. Amy was ready, fangs pulled up in a smile, knowing what would come. A small male hybrid revealed himself, easing down to grab the dress. His guard wasn't even up, ridiculous for such a dangerous act. Oh well. It just made what she was going to do that much simpler.
With a powerful lunge Amy moved up from the water. There was no doubting that she was beautiful, but a deadly kind of beauty it was, muscle smoothly moving to take her over to where the thief stood. Forcefully she slammed into him, hitting him into the ground. Hackles raised the wet dog found herself kneeling over top of the thief, fangs bared. Her brown eyes glittered with excitement, knowing what would follow. A single hand reached up, almost caressing him as she removed the dress from his grip. What have we here? A thief? I don't take kindly to thieves. Her voice was silken, could almost be mistaken as kind, if not for the look of pure hunger in her eyes.
Kit had just grabbed onto the dress, and was getting ready to flee with his prize, when things went very wrong, very fast. The first thing he saw was sudden movement in the corner of his eyes, from the water, and then the feel of a heavier body colliding with him. Not being prepared, Kit easily was knocked to the ground, disorienting him, and knocking some of the air from his lungs. It was a horrible position to be in, and one that caused a surprised yelp to spill from his maw.
Looking up at what he thought would be an easy mark, Kit saw an aggressive figure, one that looked ready to tear into him if he tried to move. Kit felt some hope from that fact that she was not already tearing into him, that she might be someone he could reason with. Not having to put on an act, Kit assumed a fairly submissive posture, with his tail lightly tucked, and made no attempt to move as a hand started to caress him in a strange way.
"I-I'm sorry. I promise, it won't happen again. I'll just leave, and you won't have to worry about me again." began Kit's hurried apology, and suggestion that she just let him go with assurances he wouldn't bother the female again. Hoping that she would agree, or maybe be caught a little off guard, Kit started to squirm away from the larger canine. The look in the unnamed female's eyes made Kit to be far away from the stranger, and coddled up next to Fleta.
The yelp that came from the captive was sweet music to her ears. It seemed she'd already managed to hurt him, knocking the air away. His confusion was evident, the sweet creature that had been soaking in the water turned into a ferocious beast. His eyes were wide with that fear she so loved to see, a pleased growl coming up as his tail tucked into his body, becoming smaller, more submissive. It was clear he wasn't a threat, but Amy wasn't dealing with someone she viewed as a threat. No, she was dealing with a very annoying pest. There were ways to deal with such things, now she just had to choose which method she cared to use.
The rushed promise brought a smile from the angry female, teeth flashing as she snapped at the air above his head. His promises were useless, working in a trade that required lies. His fear was genuine, but Amy didn't care. Even if he truly would never bother her again, he wouldn't escape punishment so easily. Not so fast, little one. Her words were almost cooed as a hand slammed into his shoulder, claws digging in lightly as she held him down, pushing into the ground. Did you really think you could get away with just an apology? You almost left a helpless female without her clothes after all. Doesn't that deserve a punishment? A claw was drawn teasingly down his face, threatening to tear through, draw the blood she wanted to see so much.
It became painfully obvious that he wasn't going to get off with just a warning, when a rough blow struck his shoulder, claws digging in as what Kit took to be a threat to keep him in place. His squirming ceased, and a whine trickled from Kit's throat, his mind starting to remember the horrible day that his father had been killed for stealing, while he barely escaped with life intact. Green eyes were filled with fear, and at the feel of a single claw trailing across his face, the male shivered.
"P-please, don't kill me." Kit whimpered, while submissively leaning his head back to expose his fragile neck. Exposing himself had been hard, and there was obvious hesitation in the movement of his head, but in the end he lay with his life handed to his captor as a sign of submission. Kit knew that fighting the female in his current position, with so little experience would only end in him dead anyways. So at least if he submitted, she might not kill him, that was his hope at least. Not knowing what to expect, and with his eyes in a position that would make it harder to detect what the female would do in response, Kit simply prepared himself for the worst, ready to yelp at any sudden pains.
The thief stilled, the threat clearly understood. Amy smiled viciously, knowing that he wouldn't move for as long as she wished. If he did anything she didn't like, she would kill him. If she grew bored, she would kill him. If she felt like it, she would kill him. There was nothing he could do but obey her and hope that she decided to let him live, satisfied enough with his cries of pain to let him go, knowing that he would spread her reputation. He would be her carrier, bearing her message to the others. Amy Sunders was not someone to steal from. A whine slipped from him, a delicious noise just easing itself out. That was so beautiful. Feeling him shiver Amy grinned, whipping back her hand to lash across his face and slice him across.
Amy paused as he lifted his head, neck exposed as he begged for his life to be spared. Already? How pathetic. She hadn't even started yet. Well, at least she could entertain herself with his screams, even if she couldn't look forward to breaking him apart. A claw ran along his neck, feeling his jugular, knowing a single dip into it would kill him. So close. Sharply she dug her claw in, a parallel line right beside the throbbing vein. Muscle was exposed, so tender and fresh. She grinned, backing off slightly and turning to plunge her hand into his arm, a hard shove through the flesh to fit her hand inside, grasping at what was inside.
Kit couldn't help but continue shivering with fear as the unnamed female continued to dominate him, his eyes clenching shut at the feel of her clawed finger gliding dangerously close to his vein, an inch so close to death if she willed it. Part of him screamed to run, to try shoving her off, but Kit managed to convince himself that she would kill him for sure, and that she might decide he was worth more alive if he submitted. A soft whimper escaped him at the feel of her skin breaking, and wondered if she had just killed him.
When his lifeblood did not begin to ooze onto the ground next to him, Kit opened his eyes a bit in the assumption his artery has been missed, but took on a look of utter shock as the female's hand dug into his arm, his loud pained yelp following. Suddenly his arm felt on fire, and wouldn't move right from whatever she was doing. "Please... please, I'll do whatever you want. " Kit whined, his heart racing, and beginning to panic from the memory of his own father's fate at being caught. He didn't want to die, didn't want the pain that was being inflicted on him. His other hand moved as though he wanted to try stopping the pain, but barely forced himself to remain submissive, to rely entirely on the female's mercy.
Disbelief reflected from the hybrid's eyes, trying to figure out whether he was dead or not. Amy smiled, ruffling his hair fondly. I won't kill you. That would be far too boring. She winked, listening to the yelp that came as her hand was dug inside. She could feel the veins throbbing inside around her grip, struggling against the exposure. Amy kept her hand still, making sure she didn't cut anything she didn't want to. The begged words held Amy's interest. Do whatever she wanted? Well, that was too bad. What she wanted from him was his screams.
She pulled her hand back out, licking softly at the wound, tongue roughly grazing over the exposed muscle. You're already doing what I want handsome. You're screaming. Her eyes glazed with pleasure as she stood up, moving down. His legs, barely still as she moved. He was trembling, a sight that filled her with ecstasy. This was what she lived for. Amy felt so alive. Leaning down Amy felt along the bone, feeling it's strength. Her movement was almost gentle, until she sharply tugged up, snapping the small stretch of bone just above his paw, splintering it cleanly and pulling the bone out into exposure.
Kit shivered, and continued to whimper from the pain of the other shifter's hand digging into his arm, the sound of being told he wasn't going to die having little effect on the fear that ran through the male's head. As far as Kit was concerned, she could tell him he wasn't going to die, but continuing to hurt him after surrendering didn't add up to that. Those thoughts started to change slightly at the feel of Amy's hand pulling from his wound, and caused Kit to still slightly, his green eyes still full of fear, but believing the pain might be over.
The burning sensation continued, and was only made worse by the female trailing her tongue over the open wound, Kit trying to lick submissively at his captor's face as she continued. The terrifying words that announced what she wanted, that caused Kit to freeze in shock, and hope that he had misheard what was said. Any wrong headed belief that he would escape with only temporary wounds was broken, along with his hand. A loud yelp, and suddenly he couldn't use his hand, his eyes half closing out of shock from the pain.
Kit's eyes had opened wide at the new found pain, and any thoughts of simply rolling over were beginning to fade away, even if it was far too late, instinct demanded that Kit at least try to get away before she broke more of his body. With only one useful arm, and on his back, his options were limited, but pushing outward with the only good arm, before rolling over to try scrambling away was what Kit tried to do.
The male beneath him yelped with fear. It finally sunk in that she didn't want to be appeased, the submission disappearing. It always did at the end. There was only so much one could take before the need to fight kicked in. Scrambling moved beneath her, Amy leaning back. Lazily she watched him roll away, desperately working to move away from her. His desperate scrambles were so sweet. He wasn't going to be able to escape her, even if she let him attempt it. Amy let him gain a few feet on her before stepping forwards again.
Deciding that he'd gotten far enough Amy smashed her foot into his back, stopping the movement. Grinning she leaned down close, letting his fear scent flood over her. Eyes closed in ecstasy, breathing in the scent she could never get enough of. Her private addiction. Reaching down she stroked her victim, almost purring. It's alright, I promise. You won't die. He would live, and tell others that stealing from her was the worst idea one could ever have. A single claw began scraping into his flesh, an ugly scarring mark, spelling out the word "Thief" in bold lettering.
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